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1. Masturbation – Orgasm Control – Incest
2. Coming Untouched – Ageplay – Kidnapping
3. Threesome – Nipple Clamps – Alien Abduction
4. Voyeurism – Sounding – Hypnosis
5. Finger Sucking – Wax Play – Dacryphilia
6. Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication
7. Blindfolds – Chastity – Bloodplay
8. Webcam – Figging – Cages  (I will be replacing these with one of the Bonus prompts: Wall Sex)
9. Exhibitionism – Shibari – Tentacles
10. Oral Sex – Punishment – Consensual Non-Consent
11. Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia
12. Sex Work – Kneeling – Sissification
13. Dildos – Dom Bottom/Sub Top – Medical Play
14. Omegaverse – Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging
15. Semi-Public – Object Insertion – Sex Pollen
16. Remote Control – High Protocol – Fire Play (I will be replacing these with one of the bonus prompts: Sugar Baby)
17. Messy Sex – Service Kink – Anal Hooks
18. Size Queen – Dom/Sub – Genital Torture
19. Creampie – Sensory Deprivation – Electricity
20. Mirror Sex – Golden Shower – Dubcon
21. Rimming – Forced Orgasm – Monsterfucking
22. Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay
23. Biting – Praise Kink – Enemas
24. Anal Sex – Gags – Noncon
25. Double Penetration – Impact Play – Pillory/Stocks
26. Lingerie – Cuckolding – Sex Robot
27. Hair Pulling – Animal Play – Gangbang
28. Multiple Orgasms – S&M – Needle Play (I will be replacing these with one of the bonus prompts: Aftercare)
29. Body Worship – Omorashi – Full-Body Bondage
30. Breeding – Fucking Machine – Degradation
31. Hot Tub Sex – Foot Fetish – Writer’s Choice

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The mansion was quiet at night. No servants stirring in the halls, no wind rattling at the windows, only the low hum of silence, broken by the occasional creak of the old wood beneath your bed. The candle on the bedside table burned low, casting a soft glow.

Jonathan was above you, hair fell untidily across his forehead, damp from sweat, and his lips parted slightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked down at you with an intensity that made your heart stumble in your chest.

His thrusts were slow, careful, each one as though he were mapping out your body, learning you all over again despite knowing you better than anyone else ever had. His hands cradled your waist as though you might break under his touch, though his grip was firm enough to keep you beneath him, pressed into the mattress.

The rhythm carried you higher, the tension curling deep in your stomach, making your legs tremble as you clung to his shoulders. You arched into him instinctively, desperate, every nerve lit up with the need for release. But just as you felt the peak swell within you, Jonathan slowed.

And then he stopped.

He pulled out carefully, his chest pressed to yours, his lips brushing softly over your cheek as though to soothe the sudden ache he had caused. The denial hit you like a jolt, your body shuddering at the loss, the ache of frustration nearly unbearable. You whimpered, clutching at him, silently begging for him to return.

But Jonathan only kissed your temple, his voice hushed and steady. " Shh. Not yet, my love."

There was no cruelty in it, no teasing smirk, just that restraint Jonathan wore like a second skin. It was as if he wanted you to linger in that space, to feel every edge of longing until it was nearly unbearable. His tenderness made it worse, he wasn't punishing you. He was worshiping you, and his denial became almost holy in its precision.

Again and again, he brought you to the brink. His thrusts were deep, filling, his body moving with a steadiness that made you shiver beneath him. You could feel him watching you with those earnest blue eyes, studying every arch of your back, every broken sound from your lips. Every time you neared the edge, every time you tensed around him with desperation, he withdrew. The rhythm broke, the peak collapsed, and you were left trembling, aching, almost sobbing from the frustration.

" Jonathan..." Your voice cracked, more a plea than a word.

He brushed his thumb across your cheek, his gaze tender but unyielding. " I know. I know, darling. Just a little longer."

Your legs wrapped around him, trying to pull him back in, but Jonathan simply leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, until you were gasping against his lips. The kiss was sweet and consuming, and it softened the ache, but it didn't quench the fire building inside you.

The cycle repeated, each time the edge was sharper, crueler in its sweetness. Your body grew damp with sweat, your throat raw from the broken moans that escaped you, but Jonathan stayed calm. He murmured your name, kissed your skin, stroked your hair back from your forehead, all while refusing you the one thing you needed most.

By the time he finally relented, you were trembling uncontrollably beneath him. Your nails left shallow crescents in his back, your lips parted as you begged wordlessly for him not to stop again.

Jonathan's breath was heavy now, his chest rising and falling with the strain of holding back. " You've been so patient for me. So good. You can let go now." His lips pressed against your ear as he whispered. 

The words, soft as they were, undid you completely.

He pushed back into you with a steadiness that was overwhelming in its intensity, every stroke deep and consuming, his body pressing firmly against yours as though to anchor you. The build was immediate and unstoppable, your body had been held on the edge for so long that the release hit like lightning.

You cried out, your voice breaking as your body clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you with a force that stole your breath. It wasn't just release, it was everything he had denied you, every moment of frustration, every aching second stretched taut until you thought you might break. Now it all unraveled at once, leaving you writhing beneath him, utterly consumed.

Jonathan held you through it, his large hands gripping your hips and waist, steadying you against the storm of sensation. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering words you could barely hear over the rush of your own pulse. " That's it... you're perfect... I've got you."

Your legs shook violently around his hips, your back arching, and still he moved within you, slow and steady, prolonging the bliss until you thought you might dissolve beneath him. Every thrust seemed to coax another shiver, another cry, dragging out the release into something endless.

By the time the intensity ebbed, you were boneless against the mattress, your body slick with sweat, your hair damp and clinging to your face. Jonathan's thrusts slowed further until he was still inside you, holding you close, his lips brushing over your temple in gentle, reverent kisses.

" You're remarkable," He murmured, his voice husky but soft. " I've never seen anyone so beautiful as you were just now."

Your chest rose and fell heavily as you tried to catch your breath, your fingers clutching weakly at his shoulders. Jonathan gathered you into his arms, his size engulfing you easily, and rolled so that you were pressed against his chest, still joined, still trembling. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath your ear, grounding you in the aftermath of what felt like being torn apart and put back together again.

He stroked your back with slow, soothing passes of his hand, his lips pressing against your hair. You could barely manage words, but you tilted your face up enough to kiss him, slow and messy, your lips trembling against his.

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The candlelight in Dio's chamber flickered weakly, shadows dancing across the high walls. Outside, the quiet streets of Windknight's Lot lay in soft repose, the houselights dim and moonlight illuminating the dirt paths. Your hands pressed to the cool glass of the window, staring down at the village that had been your home not even a day ago.

Behind you, the soft sound of footsteps on stone drew your attention before the sound fully registered.

Dio's presence was immediate, overwhelming. He stepped close, the air around him colder than the room and the lit hearth nearby should have allowed, heavy with the scent of his cologne and the faint tang of something sharp and metallic you could not name. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, velvet-wrapped menace, low and intimate.

" You look at that little village as though it could save you," His tone playful, maliciously teasing. " Do you really think anyone there even notices you are gone?"

You swallowed hard, throat dry. " They... they wouldn't know.." You admitted, though your voice trembled. You could feel him close behind you, the weight of his gaze pressing into the small of your back.

Dio's hand brushed lightly along your arm, almost casually, but the touch was electric, sending a shiver through your body that had nothing to do with the chill of the windowpane. " No," He gets closer, murmuring into your ear. " But I notice. That is what matters."

Your pulse quickened, and when you turned slightly to glance at him, his golden hair caught the candlelight like fire, and his eyes, sharp and hypnotic, locked onto yours. He smiled, the corners of his lips barely moved, yet his expression carried promises that made your stomach knot.

Dio got closer, his hands rubbing down your shoulders, along your arms, down your sides, never straying where you most wanted him, never crossing the boundary that would give your body the satisfaction it craved. The restraint was maddening, teasing in a way that made your breath come faster, your loins ache unconsciously.

" You have such a lovely body," His lips brushed the shell of your ear. " So… sensitive. And you respond to me even when I do nothing."

His words alone made your chest constrict. You arched involuntarily, your body betraying the fear and shame swelling inside you. Dio's hands followed the gentle rise of your chest before going down, slipping beneath the fabric of your nightgown at the sides, grazing the curve of your waist with featherlight pressure. Every tocuh was careful, not a single direct touch where you wanted it, but it was enough.

You gasped, low and helpless, your fingers clenching the windowsill. " D-Dio..."

He chuckled softly, a sound that slid along your spine and settled deep in your belly. " Ah, yes... that sound," He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. " I could listen to it forever..."

His hands moved lower, gliding over your hips, pressing briefly to the swell of your thighs, never fully crossing the line, and yet every touch was enough to set your nerves alight. He felt you, and it was enough. Your body trembled in response to the mere weight and presence of him, and with each teasing stroke, you felt closer to a breaking point that he had designed, orchestrated, like a symphony of tension.

" You are beautiful." Dio whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending a flush of heat racing through your chest. " And you are mine," His fingernails dug into the flesh fo your thighs possessively, earning a whimper from you. " Whether you wish it or not."

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, hips shifting as your body betrayed you, and Dio noticed. He always noticed.

He leaned closer, one hand resting just at the curve of your hip, the other moving with deliberate slowness along your side. " Do you feel it?" He murmured teasingly. " The way your body is betraying you? How easily it bends to me, even with me barely touching you?"

His words were a dagger and a caress. Your chest heaved as your body quivered involuntarily, every nerve ending igniting. He didn't need to go further, he didn't touch you there where your body wept, but the teasing, the weight of his presence, the glide of his fingers over every curve, the closeness of his mouth and the sound of his voice... It was enough.

A soft, broken moan escaped you, and Dio's smile widened, his fingers tightening ever so slightly at your waist. " Yes, that's it. Let it happen. Let yourself feel what you cannot control."

You gasped again, every tremble amplified as warmth pooled between your thighs. Your body shook, writhing subtly against him, and without penetration, without even a touch, your orgasm hit you like a wave.

It was sudden, overwhelming, and Dio held you through it, whispering soft praise as your body quaked beneath his hands. " There," His voice husky, sharp teeth nipping at your skin and making you cry out again. "There, you are mine, and you cannot deny it."

You collapsed slightly, trembling against the windowpane, your fingers clutching the fabric of your gown as Dio's hands roamed soothingly over your sides and shoulders. His touch was gentle now, patient, letting you ride the aftershocks while never letting you forget who had drawn them from you. Your thighs felt sticky, your own release coating your inner thighs as you felt a droplette ooze down, and you became quickly embarrassed by how worked up you had gotten. 

"You see? Even without touching you where you crave most, I can make you mine. I can make you succumb."

You gasped again, a weak, breathless sound, barely able to speak. "I... I-"

Dio tilted your chin with one finger, forcing your gaze back to his. " Shh, You don't need words. Your body has already answered, You belong to me now."

Even after the wave of pleasure faded, your skin still tingled with the memory of him; his weight, his hands, the subtle teasing that had brought you undone without ever stepping over the line he chose. He stepped back slightly, giving you space, but the aura of control, the magnetism of his presence, remained inescapable.

The lights of Windknight's Lot glimmered far below, tiny and fragile, and yet you no longer longed for them. Dio had claimed your body, your senses, even without giving you the touch you had begged for, and you knew with a sinking, helpless clarity that the world outside no longer mattered.

" You are mine," He told you, voice low and nearly predatory. " And I will enjoy every moment of watching you learn just how utterly powerless you are... and how sweet it feels."

The firelight flickered once more, casting long shadows over the room. You leaned against him, still trembling, still gasping softly, unable to deny the truth of his words, or the truth of what had just happened. Dio Brando had taken you, body and mind, and even without fully touching you, you had yielded entirely.

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Your body trembled with anticipation as Jonathan leaned back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling heavily, his hands gentle at your hips as you lowered yourself onto him.

The stretch was familiar, comforting even, but tonight the situation was different. Tonight you weren't alone with him.

Speedwagon knelt just in front of you, close enough that you could see the glimmer of sweat on his brow, the slightly nervous look in his eyes. His hat had been tossed aside long ago, leaving his blond hair slightly mussed, a rare sight that made your chest twist. His hands hovered just above your thighs as if he didn't quite dare to touch without permission.

Jonathan, ever patient, guided you back against him, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. " It's all right," He murmured, voice low and reassuring. " You're safe with us."

The words steadied you, and when Jonathan urged your hips down further, filling you completely, you gasped, your head tilting back against his shoulder. His broad chest pressed against your spine, his arms steady around you, anchoring you in place.

From your vantage, you could see Speedwagon's expression shift. His restraint cracked as your moan slipped free, and he reached for you at last, his hands sliding along your thighs, up over the curve of your waist. He was tentative at first, his touch lighter than Jonathan's, but there was a reverence in the way his fingers traced your skin, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.

" You're gorgeous." Speedwagon muttered under his breath, almost as if to himself. His accent thickened, his voice rough with desire. " Bloody gorgeous."

The praise sent a rush of heat through you. Jonathan's hands steadied you as you began to move, your hips rocking back and forth, each motion dragging a low groan from his chest. His size filled you so completely that every shift, every subtle roll of your body made your walls flutter around him, pleasure sparking with each pass.

Speedwagon leaned closer, his breath hot against your collarbone. His mouth found the curve of your breast, his teeth grazing lightly before his tongue soothed the spot. His hands explored more boldly now, kneading the flesh of your thighs and cupping the soft underside of your breasts.

You gasped, body arching instinctively, pressing back into Jonathan while leaning forward into Speedwagon's touch. The sensation was overwhelming; Jonathan's thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching and filling, while Speedwagon's hands and mouth roamed everywhere else, worshipping every inch of skin.

" Easy," Jonathan whispered against your ear, his tone soothing even as his hips bucked up into you deeper, harder. " You're doing so well."

Speedwagon pulled back enough to look at your face, flushed and shining with sweat, your lips parted on a moan. His eyes were dark, hungry, yet softened by something gentler. " Never thought I’d get to see you like this." He remarked. " Never thought I'd get to touch you like this."

Jonathan's hands tightened on your hips, urging you into a faster rhythm, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room with obscene, wet sounds. Your moans grew louder, and Speedwagon caught your chin, tilting your face up toward him. His lips pressed against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as though he needed to taste every sound you made.

The kiss left you dizzy, your body trembling between them, Jonathan's steady presence behind you and Speedwagon's burning passion in front of you. You couldn't escape the heat, they surrounded you, and all you could do was surrender to it.

When Speedwagon broke the kiss, his lips trailed down your throat, his teeth grazing, leaving faint marks that burned deliciously. His hand slid lower, not between your thighs, but to the place just above your clit, rubbing teasing circles that made you whine in frustration.

Jonathan growled softly behind you, his hips bucking harder, clearly affected by the way your walls tightened around him. " She's close," His voice was strained but still tender. " Don't tease her too much, Robert."

Speedwagon smirked against your chest, his thumb finally coming to brush against your sensitive bud. The touch was light, experimental, but it made your whole body jolt. He growled something unintelligible under his breath, then pressed harder, circling with firmer strokes.

" God, you're so wet for us," He rasped. " You feel like fire."

You cried out, your nails digging into Jonathan's thighs where they framed your hips. The mix of Jonathan filling you so completely, his breath hot against your ear, while Speedwagon worked you mercilessly with lips, tongue, and fingers made your body shudder violently, hips grinding harder against Jonathan's cock and Speedwagon's fingers as your climax tore through you.

Your cry echoed in the room, your walls clenching tight around Jonathan as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Jonathan groaned deeply, his own thrusts stuttering as he held you close, grounding you in his solid, steady strength. Speedwagon didn't relent, his thumb stroking you through the spasms, his lips marking every bit of skin he could reach, murmuring filth and praise against your damp skin.

" You're stunning when you come," Jonathan breathed, his tone awed, almost reverent as he kissed your nape. " So beautiful."

" And so bloody loud!" Speedwagon added with a breathless laugh, though his eyes softened as he kissed your jaw again. " Don't stop, love. Don't ever stop."

Your body trembled, wracked with aftershocks, but their hands steadied you.

Even when your breath evened out, Jonathan's cock still pulsed inside you, heavy and insistent, and Speedwagon's lips still moved over your throat, your collarbone, hungry for more. And you knew, with dizzying clarity, that this was far from over.

You collapsed back against Jonathan’s chest, your body trembling, every nerve alight and buzzing. His arms held you steady, strong and reassuring, while Speedwagon lingered close, his fingers gently stroking your thigh as if easing you back down to earth.

It took time for your breathing to settle, for the violent shudders to ease, and when you finally sagged forward, catching your breath, Speedwagon leaned in with a crooked grin, his voice rough. " Think she’s ready for another round, Jojo?"

Jonathan hummed against your neck, his tone both fond and amused. " Only if she wishes it." His hands caressed your waist, patient as always, leaving the choice with you.

The words melted something inside you, and you nodded, barely managing a small 'mh-hm', and that was all the permission they needed.

Speedwagon's hands gripped your waist, steadying you as Jonathan slowly withdrew, leaving you empty and trembling. He helped you turn, easing you carefully onto the mattress, his eyes gleaming with something wilder now that his initial hesitation was gone. Then, with surprising strength, he scooped you up effortlessly.

You squeaked in surprise as Speedwagon carried you easily, his chest pressed to yours, before lowering himself back onto the mattress. He stretched out flat on his back, placing you carefully along his body, his hands spanning your hips as though afraid you might vanish. " C'mere, love." He murmured, pulling you higher until your thighs straddled his chest.

Jonathan had stepped aside, standing tall beside the bed, watching attentively as Speedwagon adjusted you, settling your core just above his mouth. His eyes flicked up to yours briefly, seeking silent permission.

Your body ached with lingering sensitivity, but the anticipation was too much. You nodded, breathless.

Speedwagon pulled you down by the hips and You cried out almost instantly, thighs trembling as his tongue dragged a firm stripe through your folds. He groaned against you, gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you down until his face was buried against the soft curls that grew down there. His tongue worked feverishly, licking, circling, sucking at your clit with hungry desperation.

The sensation was blinding, every nerve igniting anew, pleasure tearing through your fragile calm. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging desperately, while your hips ground down helplessly against his mouth.

From the corner of your hazy vision, Jonathan moved. You blinked through the haze, catching sight of him kneeling on the bed, his hands pressing to the man's hips. Jonathan's size and strength dwarfed Speedwagon's frame, yet there was a gentleness in the way he positioned him, a reverence that mirrored the way he handled you.

 " Are you ready, Robert?" Jonathan asked, voice low and warm.

One of Speedwagon's hands left your hip and gave Jonathan a thumbs up to keep going, groaning against you as well, his answer muffled but clear enough in its eagerness. Jonathan didn't rush, he never rushed. You could hear the slick sound of oil being spread, the deliberate preparation, his patience even in the haze of lust. You whimpered as Speedwagon’s tongue thrust into you again, pushing you higher and higher, and Jonathan finally moved, pressing forward, sinking into Speedwagon with a low, guttural moan.

Speedwagon gasped sharply against you, the sound vibrating against your clit. His grip on your thighs tightened almost painfully, his mouth latching harder, as Jonathan's steady thrusts began to rock his body beneath you. The sensation sent shockwaves through your core, every flick of Speedwagon's tongue amplified by the way Jonathan's movements shook him from beneath.

Obscene sounds filled the room; slick skin, muffled groans, your own ragged cries.

" That's it," Jonathan grunted, his pace quickening as he drove deeper into Speedwagon, his slick with sweat forehead leaving against your shoulder. " ah... Goodness,"

Speedwagon moaned against you again, the vibrations making your body jolt violently. His tongue swirled, his lips sucking greedily. Your body rocked helplessly against his face, grinding into his mouth without restraint.

Your climax built fast, too fast, your cries tumbling out broken, incoherent. " I-- J-Jona-- I can't- Robert--"

Jonathan's hands gripped Speedwagon's hips tighter, his thrusts growing harsher, the sound of skin slapping echoing with every movement. Speedwagon groaned, sucking your clit with ferocious need, and that was it. You mewled, thighs squeezing tight around his head as your orgasm tore through you like a storm. Your vision blurred, your breath caught, every muscle trembling violently as pleasure consumed you whole.

Beneath you, Speedwagon moaned into your release, drinking you in with feverish hunger, even as Jonathan's powerful thrusts forced broken cries from his throat. Jonathan's rhythm stuttered, a strangled groan escaping him as he spilled into Speedwagon, his body taut and trembling with release.

You collapsed forward, shaking uncontrollably, your body still pulsing with aftershocks. Speedwagon's hands softened, gently stroking your thighs as he pressed one last kiss to your trembling core. Jonathan leaned heavily over him, his breath ragged, his face buried against the dip of your back

For a long, heavy moment, none of you moved, the only sounds the ragged breathing and pounding of hearts. You were trapped between them, held by them, undone by them.

At last, Jonathan eased back, his hands steadying Speedwagon as he withdrew. He pressed a kiss to your spine, his voice hoarse but soft. " You did so well."

Speedwagon chuckled weakly beneath you, his voice roughened with strain but still fond. " Bloody hell... never thought I'd be this lucky."

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The hospital was unnervingly quiet at night. The world outside had long gone to sleep, and only the faint flicker of lamps along the corridor gave the hallways their dim glow. Robert E.O. Speedwagon's boots echoed softly against the hardwood as he made his way through the stillness, hat tucked under his arm.

He didn't mean to come here again; he had already visited earlier in the day, made sure Jonathan was stable, thanked You for your tireless care of the man, but restlessness had driven him back. Sleep wouldn't come, not when his thoughts circled endlessly around the fire, the loss of the Joestar manor, and Jonathan's battered and burned body.

He turned a corner, stopping just short of the door he knew so well by now, Jonathan's room. A sliver of golden lamplight spilled into the hallway from a small crack where the door hadn't latched fully. Speedwagon raised his hand to knock, lips parted to call your name--

And then he froze.

From inside came a sound. A low, broken moan. Jonathan's.

Alarm shot through him. Was Jonathan in pain? Struggling to breathe? He stepped closer, heart hammering, but when his eye met the narrow gap, what he saw made every thought scatter.

Jonathan lay propped up against pillows, skin pale beneath the bruises and burns. His torso was bound in bandages, his movements stiff and strained. But astride him, skirts hiked up to your thighs, was you. Your face was flushed, lips parted on a soft moan as you moved carefully over him, lowering yourself slowly, trying not to press too hard against his wounds.

" Jonathan," You whispered breathlessly, worry threading through your voice. " I-I don't want to hurt you..."

Jonathan's large hand cupped your waist tenderly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin through your bodice and layers that made up your dress. His voice, though strained, was firm. " No, it's all right. Please... don't stop. You're helping me more than you know."

Speedwagon's stomach dropped, heat flooding through his chest. He should have turned away, should have shut his eyes, but he couldn't move. His gaze clung to the sight of you riding Jonathan with such care, Jonathan looking up at you as though you were the only salvation left in his ruined world.

A lump rose in Speedwagon's throat, a mixture of reverence and aching jealousy. His hand tightened around his hat, knuckles white. He told himself he shouldn't linger, that he was trespassing into something sacred, but then Jonathan groaned again, low and guttural, his head tipping back against the pillow as his cock buried deeper inside you, and Speedwagon's resolve cracked.

He stepped closer to the door, shadows swallowing him whole as he pressed one eye to the gap. His breath came faster, His body responded before his mind could catch up, his cock straining hard in his trousers.

God help him, but he couldn't look away.

You rocked gently against Jonathan, careful as you braced your hands onto his bandaged shoulders, every slow roll of your hips drawing soft cries from your throat. Jonathan grunted, pained at times, but his eyes never wavered, his voice urging you on. " Yes... ah, don't stop, love. Please."

The sounds tangled in Speedwagon's chest, burning him alive as shame clawed at him. Jonathan was his friend, a man he admired more than any other, and yet the sight of you trembling above him, of Jonathan undone beneath you, was too much.

Almost without realizing it, his hand dropped to the front of his trousers, palming the bulge straining against the fabric. He hissed softly at the contact, guilt twisting with raw arousal.

" Bloody hell..." He muttered under his breath as his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. " Forgive me, Jojo..."

He freed himself quickly, his cock already aching, flushed, and slick at the tip. His hand wrapped around the length, stroking slowly, his breath ragged as he matched the rhythm of your hips on Jonathan. Each rise and fall of your body made his grip tighten, each cry from your lips made him stroke faster.

Inside, Jonathan groaned deeply, his broad chest heaving. " You're wonderful," He panted, his bandaged hands guiding your hips down harder despite the pain. " So beautiful... take it all, love."

You gasped, your body trembling, thighs quivering as you ground harder against him. " Jonathan-- I-I can't--"

" Yes, you can." He urged, his voice breaking into another guttural groan. " Let go for me."

The moment shattered you. Your cry echoed in the small room, your body convulsing around him as your climax tore through you. Jonathan's own release followed, his face twisted with equal parts pleasure and strain as he spilled inside you, groaning your name like a prayer.

Speedwagon bit back a curse, his own climax rushing up violently as he stroked himself harder, faster, in time with the sounds of your moans and Jonathan's groans. The sight of you trembling, Jonathan undone beneath you, was too much. With a strangled gasp, he came against the wall of the corridor, hot and thick spilling over his hand.

He leaned heavily against the doorframe, chest heaving, his forehead pressed to the cool wood as he tried to steady himself. Shame settled in as the haze of pleasure ebbed, but the image burned into his mind refused to fade.

Inside the room, you slowly laid against Jonathan's chest, his arms wrapping carefully around you as he whispered soothingly, his voice low and tender. It was a picture of intimacy, of love, one Speedwagon had no right to intrude upon. And yet he had.

He tugged his trousers back into place with shaking hands, wiping quickly at the mess he'd made before stepping back from the door. His hat returned to his head, brim pulled low to hide his face, though no one was there to see.

As he walked back down the dim corridor, his jaw clenched, shame and longing twisting inside him. He would never speak of this, Not to you and not to Jonathan. But the memory would stay carved into him forever, the sound of your cries, Jonathan's groans, the sight of two people bound together by love in the aftermath of ruin.

And him, outside in the dark, aching for something he knew he could never have.

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The air was thick with the faint scent of tallow and herbs, the floorboards creaking beneath you as you shifted where you sat cross-legged on the rug.

You had been watching him work; William A. Zeppeli, your master, your guide, your teacher in Hamon. His nimble fingers worked at the base of a candle, trimming the wax, reshaping it with the precision of a man used to delicate tools. His face, half-lit in the glow of the lantern on the floor between you two, carried that peculiar mix of sternness and kindness you had come to know. The dark sweep of his mustache shifted when he breathed, his expression unreadable.

" You watch so intently, ragazza," He remarked, his thick accent curling through the words like smoke. His eyes flicked to yours, a glimmer of amusement hiding there. " Are you hoping to learn my secrets from the way I trim a candle?"

You smiled faintly, but your heart beat faster. " You always seem to turn everything into a lesson, Master Zeppeli. Even this."

" Even this," He echoed in agreement, though his voice had grown lower. His hands stilled, holding the candle upright. He studied you for a long moment, and in the silence you felt a tremor in your chest. The air between you thickened, weighted by something unspoken.

His wife and child were far away in Italy. He rarely spoke of them, only in fleeting mentions, when the loneliness caught him off guard. A boy, he had said once, with blonde curls like his mother. A wife with kind eyes, and yet here he was, staring at you as though he had been starving for something only you could give.

At last, he spoke again, bringing a lighter to the wick of the candle, lighting it. " Discipline of the body begins with discipline of the mind. You know this." He tilted the candle, letting a pool of melted wax swell near the wick. His gaze sharpened, fixing on you. " Do you trust me, ragazza?"

Your throat tightened, but you nodded anyways. " Yes."

He coaxed you over with a curl of his index finger, and you crawled over to his side on the floor. Zeppeli shifted, facing your back.

Your breath caught when he tugged the loose fabric of your shirt down one side until the skin of your shoulder was exposed. The chill of the room raised goosebumps across your flesh. Zeppeli leaned forward, his hand steady as he tilted the candle.

The first drop of wax fell, striking your shoulder with a sharp, searing heat. You gasped, the sting immediate, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The instinct to flinch away surged through you, but his hand caught your other shoulder, grounding you.

" Stay," He commanded. " Breathe through it. Hamon is life, control is life, Pain will not master you."

Your breaths came shaky at first, then steadier as you forced your chest to rise and fall, the way he had taught you. The pain dulled, leaving only a throbbing heat and a strange, dizzying ache low in your belly.

Zeppeli's thumb brushed at the corner of your eye, catching the tear that had escaped. He studied the droplet on his finger with something like reverence before smearing it against his lips. " Even your tears become part of the lesson."

Your body trembled as more tears slid down your cheeks, unbidden, and his eyes darkened with something he didn't name. His free hand came around you and unbuttoned the second button of your shirt, you assisted with the last of them.

" Down," He said suddenly, guiding you onto your stomach on the rug, tugging your shirt off the rest of the way and setting it to the side. The boards beneath the woven mat pressed uncomfortably against your ribs, but his hand on your back soothed you, kept you still.

The wax dripped again, This time it splashed across your spine, just below the line of your shoulder blades. The heat made you cry out, your tears soaking into the rug beneath your cheek. More droplets followed, scattered like stars across your back, each one making you jolt, whimper, writhe, gripping the rug beneath you.

" Good," He whispered. " Let it out. Don't hide from me."

Drop by drop, he traced a line down your back, over your shoulder blades, along the curve of your spine. Each sting sent you trembling, your body arching, and each time, his hand soothed the spot afterward, his touch gentle, coaxing. Your tears pooled on the floorboards, your voice breaking with each cry, but you didn't ask him to stop.

When the wax struck near your lower back, dangerously close to your hips, you whimpered, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. The ache between your legs had been growing unnoticed, and now it throbbed with each drop, your body betraying how the pain mingled with something else entirely.

Zeppeli noticed. His palm smoothed over your trembling back, then slid lower, resting firmly on your hip. " Do you feel how alive you are now?" His voice was rough, hoarse with something more than discipline. " Your body, your tears, your breath, all transformed."

You whimpered, your body pressing needily against the floor, your hips rocking faintly. The shame of it made more tears come, but your voice slipped free before you could silence it. " P-please..."

Zeppeli stilled. His lips brushed the back of your neck. " Please what, cara mia?"

You shuddered, unable to say it aloud. Instead, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction against the ache building low in your belly.

He chuckled softly, though his voice trembled with restraint. " Ah. So this is what my pupil wants, hm?" His hand slid between your hips and the floor, tilting you slightly, guiding your movements. His knuckles grazed the inside of your thigh as he coaxed your body into a slow grind against the boards.

The roughness bit into your skin, the sting of your wax-marked back flaring each time you moved. It was overwhelming; pain, pleasure, tears mingling into something uncontrollable. You sobbed openly now, but you didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

" Yes," Zeppeli whispered, his lips at your ear, his breath hot. " Show me. Use it all, the pain, the tears, the shame. Transform it."

Your hips rocked harder, the friction mounting, your body trembling violently. He held you steady, praising you in soft murmurs. " Così bella... così forte..." until the coil inside you snapped.

You cried out, a broken sound, your body convulsing against the floor as your release tore through you. Tears streamed freely, your face pressed into your arms, your sobs muffled but unrestrained. The waves of pleasure wracked you, every muscle seizing until at last you slumped against the boards, trembling and spent.

Zeppeli gathered you carefully into his arms, lifting you from the floor as though you were fragile glass. He held you against his chest, his lips pressing softly to your damp cheeks, to your temple, to your trembling mouth. His mustache tickled faintly as he whispered against your skin.

" Bravissima, my strongest girl. Even your tears shine brighter than fire." 

You clung weakly to him, your body still quivering, your wax-marked back pressed against his chest. And though shame curled deep inside you, so did something else, an aching need for him that no training could erase.

For that night, at least, you let yourself believe you were his.

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The Tibetan valley was hushed in twilight, the high mountains draped in shadow as the last threads of sun bled out over the horizon. The grass shivered under the cold evening breeze, and the sound of a distant stream filled the air with its restless murmur. It was here, in this forgotten hollow between your village and the monastery, that you met him.

Straizo stood waiting as he always did, his tall frame still and rigid, dark hair stirring faintly in the wind. His presence was like carved stone—stern, disciplined, an aura of restraint built from years of Hamon training. Yet when his gaze shifted to you as you approached, there was warmth, a softness he allowed for no one else.

" You shouldn't linger out here after dark," He said quietly, though his eyes betrayed the faintest flicker of relief at your arrival.

" And yet, here you are as well." You countered, breathless from the trek down the slope.

The corners of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but close. He took your hand when you reached him, his grip firm and grounding. That single touch carried more intimacy than words could hold, and your chest tightened with how badly you had craved it.

Your meetings had become your secret ritual, hidden between duty and desire, between the monastery's strict discipline and your simple village life. And though you never spoke of what it meant, both of you returned to the valley night after night.

Tonight, there was no hesitation. Straizo pulled you against him, his lips capturing yours with a hunger that belied his otherwise stoic nature. The kiss was firm, consuming, as though he’d been holding back for too long. His hand slid into your hair, tilting your head just so, while the other found your waist, anchoring you to him.

You clutched at his robes, the fabric coarse beneath your fingers, before sliding your hands beneath them to feel the strength of his body. His muscles were taut, honed from years of training, and the heat of his skin under your palms made you shiver.

When his mouth left yours, it trailed lower, along your jaw, down the column of your throat. Each press of his lips was hot and deliberate, and when his teeth grazed lightly over your pulse, your knees weakened.

" You are sin," He whispered against your skin, his voice ragged. " And I would damn myself gladly for you."

" Straizo," You whimpered, your voice breaking into the night air. " Please..."

That single word cracked his restraint. With a low groan, he guided you down into the grass, his body covering yours, shielding you from the cold. The earth was firm beneath you, the blades damp with evening dew, but all you felt was him: his weight, his warmth, his intensity.

Your skirts bunched as his hand slid them higher, rough fingertips grazing your thighs. The touch was reverent but desperate, as though each moment might be stolen from him. You parted for him willingly, arching into his touch, your breath catching when his fingers brushed against your heat, his fingers spreading you, stroking through your slickness with quiet intensity. You whimpered, arching into him, and his breath hissed through his teeth at the sound.

" You're already so wet..." His voice was low, strained, and you could feel his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his robes.

He didn't make you wait long, he freed himself from his trousers, the head of his cock hot and heavy as it brushed against your entrance. He gritted his teeth, holding himself back for a heartbeat longer, then pressed in slowly, inch by inch, until you were filled with him.

The stretch made your breath falter, your nails clutching at his shoulders, but the ache melted quickly into something deeper, something that had you gasping his name. Straizo groaned low in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut as he sank fully into you, the muscles in his jaw tight as though he were holding back more than just his thrusts.

The valley echoed with the faint, wet sounds of him moving inside you, his hips steady, controlled, even as his breath grew heavier. His gaze never left you, sharp and burning, as if daring you to look away from him while he took you beneath the open sky.

Your moans slipped and he swallowed them with his kisses, his hand pressing into your lower belly to feel the shape of himself inside you. The intensity of it made your vision blur, your body clenching tighter around him, drawing ragged groans from his throat.

" Straizo..." You whimpered his name like a plea, tears pricking your eyes at how overwhelming it all felt; the risk, the open night air, the relentless rhythm of his hips.

You sobbed his name, your body clenching tighter around him, your release building with every grinding thrust of his hips. The valley air bit at your damp skin, but Straizo's body caged you in heat.

" Come for me." He growled, his voice breaking as his hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it firmly. " If I am damned for this, let me be damned with your pleasure on my hands." 

The pressure broke you. Your climax crashed through you, violent and overwhelming, your cries muffled against his neck as your body clenched desperately around him. Straizo cursed low in his throat, his rhythm faltering as your release dragged his out of him.

He buried himself deep with a final thrust, groaning your name as he spilled into you, his grip iron around your waist as though afraid you would vanish with the night wind.

For a long moment, the valley was filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing, the faint echo of his groans, and the pounding of your hearts.

When he finally pulled back enough to look at you, his expression was torn; shame and hunger, guilt and tenderness. His thumb brushed over your cheek before his lips pressed to your temple.

Neither of you moved to part, not as the cold night air pressed in around you and not as the weight of what you had just done settled like a stone in your chests.

Because despite everything, vows, reputations, fear, you knew you would meet him here again.

And so did he.

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The chaise longue was a decadent throne in its own right, velvet the color of fresh-spilled wine, curved like a resting serpent. You reclined along its length with Dio cradling you, his chest pressed firm and cool against your back, his long arms looped around your waist in a hold both gentle and unyielding. His body felt like marble carved into the shape of a man, every line perfect, inescapable, as if you had been molded to fit there.

Your breath was uneven, every inhalation trembling, for his lips hovered just at your throat. The anticipation stretched taut between you like a bowstring. The brush of his nose against your skin made your pulse leap, and he chuckled softly, his voice smooth and heavy with amusement.

" Do you hear it?" He asked you, his lips brushing your ear. " Your heart, drumming for me like a delicate instrument. Each beat calls me closer."

His words wrapped around you like velvet cords, making your breath hitch, your chest rise and fall quicker. You tilted your head without thinking, exposing the curve of your neck, surrendering as if your body already knew what it craved.

When his fangs broke skin, the sharp sting stole your breath. It was quick, never brutal, always controlled. You gasped, fingers clutching the edge of the chaise. Heat blossomed beneath the bite, a dizzying ache that spread like ripples through your chest, and then came the first trickle of blood.

It slid down your throat hot and sticky, and his tongue was there instantly, lapping, catching every drop with slow, languid strokes. His lips pressed to the wound, mouth sealing against your neck as he drew delicately, not enough to weaken you, only enough to savor the offering.

Your body shuddered in his grasp, your breath a whimper, and Dio hummed low in satisfaction. His arms at your waist tightened, holding you flush against him, his hands spreading wider as though to remind you of the cage you could never slip from.

" You taste divine," He whispered when he pulled back slightly, his voice reverent yet laced with that cruel beauty unique to him. His lips glistened dark with your blood, and his tongue swept across them slowly, savoring the taste. " Exquisite. You bleed like a lover meant for me alone."

Your throat bobbed, your breath shallow, and his mouth was on you again, this time not over the wound, but kissing just beneath it. The cool press of his lips smeared faint crimson against your skin. Another kiss at the angle of your jaw left a darker stain. A third, just below your ear, dragged the blood lightly across the delicate curve of your neck.

You whimpered, trembling at the sensation, at the wet heat of his mouth marking you. He shifted slightly behind you, angling your face toward him, and when he finally claimed your lips, the kiss was slow.

His lips were cool, the metallic tang of your blood washing against your tongue as his mouth moved over yours. He kissed you the way he fed; indulgent, deliberate, savoring every gasp, every small sound. His tongue brushed yours languidly, coaxing, commanding, and when he pulled back, your mouth was smeared faintly with crimson.

The sight pleased him. He smiled against your lips, a cruel and adoring curve, and with his thumb he smeared the blood further, dragging it from the corner of your mouth down along your chin, staining you with your own essence.

" Beautiful," Dio murmured. " A canvas painted in red. Mine to admire, mine to ruin."

He pressed another kiss to your cheek, leaving behind a stark crimson imprint. Another followed at the hollow of your throat, where the bloodstains smeared darker. Slowly, he trailed downward, across your collarbone, his lips and tongue leaving marks like brushstrokes of sin against your skin. Every kiss was drawn out, every smear deliberate, as though he were painting you with possession itself.

Your body trembled helplessly beneath his attentions. His arm never loosened, keeping you flush to him, trapped against his chest as his mouth marked you.

" Do you see what you are now?" He asked, lips brushing the curve of your jaw. " Marked. Adorned. My beloved masterpiece. Even the blood within your veins knows it belongs to me."

You whimpered faintly, unable to form words, and he chuckled darkly, nuzzling into your neck before kissing the wound again. This time he sucked faintly, drawing another trickle of blood, and your gasp melted into a soft moan.

He lifted his head then, gazing down at you with a smile that was all hunger and devotion. His mouth was smeared with your crimson, his pale skin streaked faintly where he had pressed himself against you. He looked utterly unholy, a king in blood, and still devastatingly beautiful.

Another kiss, slower and deeper, sealed the vow. He tasted of iron and eternity, his lips painting you with crimson devotion, and when he finally drew back, you were breathless, trembling, and utterly his.

" You will never leave me," His words curled low, heavy with certainty. " Not after this. Not after you have given me your sweetest self. You are mine, body and soul, marked in blood and bound in desire."

And as his mouth claimed yours again, cool and bloodstained, smearing crimson across your lips and cheeks until you were painted by him, you knew it was the truth.

The candlelight guttered, shadows pooling deeper across the chamber, but the world outside ceased to matter. On the velvet chaise, held in Dio's arms, every part of you was consumed by him, claimed in indulgence until there was nothing left untouched.

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The air behind the monastery was cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant echo of training shouts from the valley beyond. Afternoon sun slanted low, golden light filtering through the rough stone and climbing vines that wreathed the secluded corner. It was supposed to be a time for drills, breathing exercises, and channeling Hamon into disciplined focus.

But here, in the quiet shadow of the monastery wall, there was no discipline; only you, pressed close against Dire, mouths sealed together in a kiss that grew hungrier with each breath.

His lips were warm and steady, moving against yours with the kind of confidence that spoke not of fleeting lust, but of someone who knew what he wanted, someone who loved what he held. Dire kissed like he meant it, each sweep of his tongue, each lingering press of his mouth, threaded with devotion that made your pulse skip. His hands cradled your face at first, thumbs brushing your cheeks, before sliding down the sides of your neck, to your shoulders, to your waist, pulling you flush against the solid wall of his body.

You melted into him, sighing softly, your fingers curling in the fabric of his tunic. The muscles beneath were hard from training, solid as the stones of the wall behind you, but he held you gently, always with care.

When the kiss broke for air, his forehead rested against yours, and his voice was low, steady, tinged with warmth. " You know," He started, breath fanning your lips, " if we're caught, they'll scold us for skipping training."

You smiled faintly, brushing your nose against his. " Then we'll just have to make it worth it."

His laugh was soft, a sound that vibrated through his chest, and his mouth claimed yours again, his hand sliding firmly down your back until it gripped your hip, tugging you closer. He pressed you slowly backward until the rough stone wall met your spine, warm from the sun, unyielding beneath his strength.

Your breath caught as he pulled back just long enough to look at you. His gaze was fierce but tender, eyes searching your face with an intensity that made your heart clench. " I love you," He told you simply, as though the words were as natural to him as breathing.

Then, before you could even respond, he bent, gripping your thighs with strong, steady hands. With practiced ease, he lifted you, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he pressed you back against the wall. The stone scraped faintly through your clothes, grounding you in the reality of it, even as desire lit a fire low in your belly.

Pinned between him and the monastery's wall, your arms looped instinctively around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth sought yours again. The kiss was rougher now, not careless, but charged, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his hips pressed forward, the heat of his arousal grinding against you through layers of fabric.

You gasped into the kiss and he groaned low, the sound vibrating through you. His grip tightened on your thighs, holding you securely even as he rolled his hips with deliberate pressure.

" Tell me you want this," Dire murmured against your lips when he pulled away slightly, his voice husky with both need and restraint. His forehead pressed to yours again, his breath ragged now. " Tell me, and I'll give you everything."

Your answer came not in words at first, but in the way you kissed him desperately, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you. When you finally broke for air, you were breathless but certain. " I want you, Dire. Always."

Something in his expression softened, though his body trembled faintly with the force of holding himself back. He nodded once, as if sealing a vow, and then lowered his mouth to your neck, pressing slow kisses along the line of your throat. Each brush of his lips made you shiver, each scrape of his teeth made your breath hitch.

His hands shifted, one holding you steady beneath your thigh, the other sliding up under your tunic, his calloused fingers stroking your skin with aching tenderness. He touched you as though memorizing every inch, his palm spanning the curve of your waist before gliding higher, tracing the lines of your ribs. When his hand finally cupped your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over the peak, you moaned softly, head tipping back against the wall.

" Perfect," He whispered, lips brushing your collarbone. " You're perfect to me."

The words melted into you, heat pooling low as he kissed his way back up to your mouth, his hand working you with deliberate care, never too rough, always attentive to every sound and shiver you gave him. And all the while, his body pressed firm against yours, rocking faintly as if he couldn't bear to let go, couldn't stop even if he tried.

You clung to him, your legs tight around his waist, urging him closer, and when he finally shifted, lowering one hand to fumble briefly with his belt, your breath caught, anticipation surging like fire through your veins. He adjusted you once more to bunch your own fabrics up to get them out of his way before he freed himself completely, his tip pressed hot against you, the promise of him stealing your breath.

He paused, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his expression soft. " Are you ready?" He asked, voice low, steady despite the tremor in his body.

" Yes," you whispered, and the word came out like a vow.

With a slow, careful push, he eased inside, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he groaned, the sound raw with both pleasure and the effort to control himself. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, the stretch intense but grounding, every inch of him filling you.

He held still at first, his breath harsh against your neck. " You feel... gods, you feel incredible." His voice shook, as if the sensation of you had undone him entirely.

When he began to move, it was with steady thrusts, his hips rolling into you with strength tempered by restraint. Each motion pressed you harder against the wall, the rough stone biting faintly at your back, but you barely noticed. All you felt was him, his body, his love, his devotion poured into every movement.

Your moans filled the quiet space, mingling with his low groans, the sounds of your bodies moving together echoing faintly off the monastery wall. Your legs clung tighter around him, pulling him deeper, and he responded with a sharper thrust that drew a cry from your lips. He kissed it away, his mouth devouring yours even as he pressed harder, faster, his restraint beginning to fray.

" I love you," Dire murmured between kisses, the words spilling from him like truth he could no longer contain. " I love you, I lo- ah,"

The rhythm built, each thrust stealing your breath, each kiss grounding you in his devotion. Your climax tore through you, leaving you gasping, clutching him tightly as pleasure rippled through your body. Dire groaned your name, his thrusts faltering as he joined you, his release spilling into you with a shuddering cry muffled by your kiss.

For a long moment, you stayed there, tangled together, his body still holding you against the wall as though he never wanted to let go. His breath was ragged, his forehead pressed to yours.

" I meant it," He whispered once he caught his breath, his thumb brushing your cheek. " I'll love you every day, every moment. Always."

And as he lowered you gently back to the ground, kissing you again softly, you knew he meant every word.

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Dio sat on his velvet chaise, shirt open, his alabaster chest gleaming in the flicker of firelight. His golden hair spilled across his shoulders like sun, his eyes gleaming red as they lingered on you with smug satisfaction.

You straddled his lap, facing away from him. His strong hands were locked around your hips, guiding your movements, making you rise and sink on his cock with deliberate rhythm. Each time you took him back inside, he groaned low, the sound reverberating through his broad chest and straight into your bones.

But you weren't alone.

Arrayed in a semi-circle, his vampiric creations and monstrous servants stood like a grotesque audience. Pale figures, twisted abominations, fanged and slavering beings; all of them watched, silent and transfixed, their eyes glued to the sight of you writhing atop their master. The obscene intimacy of the act was made filthier by their presence, the heavy weight of their stares burning against your skin.

You flushed hot, trembling with the humiliation, but Dio's hold on you was unrelenting. He pulled you down hard, burying himself to the hilt, and you cried out, your voice echoing through the cavernous hall. Laughter rumbled in his throat, sharp and cruel, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear.

" Do you feel them watching, my sweet?" He asked huskily into your ear, his voice velvet and venom all at once. " Every eye in this hall is upon you, They see how well you take me, how your body yields to me."

Your thighs quivered, your hands braced against his knees for support as he forced you to keep bouncing, the obscene slap of skin against skin echoing through the throne room. Shame coiled tight in your chest, but it twisted with something darker, something hotter.

" Look at them," Dio commanded, his hand sliding up to seize your chin, forcing you to turn your head toward his creatures. His grip was strong, bruising, and you had no choice but to obey. Dozens of eyes, glowing inhuman and hungry, stared back at you. Your breath caught, your body tightening around him involuntarily, and Dio growled low at the sensation.

" Mmm, yes... your shame makes you tighter." His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear, smirking as his cock pulsed deep inside you. " How delicious. Do not deny it, you are aroused by their gaze. You burn with humiliation, yet your body sings for me louder still."

From beside the chaise, tucked away into the near corner, came a low chuckle.

" Master Dio," Jack drawled, voice rough with twisted amusement. " You do love a performance, such a pretty little stage you've set. She writhes like a whore, You've trained her well."

Your face burned hotter, and a cry tore from your throat as Dio thrust up hard into you, his hips meeting yours with brutal finality.

" Silence, Jack," Dio said smoothly, his tone both amused and commanding. He nipped at your shoulder with sharp fangs, not piercing, just teasing, before pressing a wet kiss to the skin. " She is no common whore, She is my possession. Mine to keep, mine to break, mine to show as I please."

Jack cackled softly, bowing low. " Of course, my lord. A prize worthy of envy."

Your cheeks burned hotter, your body spasming as you tried to maintain some control, to rise and fall on him at your own pace. But Dio was relentless, his grip tightening on your waist, forcing you to grind down onto him before he bucked up, the wet sound of your bodies joining echoing shamelessly in the vast chamber. The monsters growled low, a chorus of hunger and envy, and Dio laughed softly against your ear.

" Listen to them," He murmured. " They salivate for what they cannot have; Only I am worthy of this, only I can claim you so completely."

You whimpered, your body betraying you with every slick sound, every involuntary shudder. His free hand slid higher, up your chest, until his fingers closed around your throat, not choking, but holding, tilting your head back so all could see your face as you gasped and moaned. His voice grew louder, for the benefit of every monster in the room.

" Behold her, all of you! Watch her take me, Watch how she writhes, how she trembles, how she clings to me. She is mine, and through me, she eclipses all of you."

Your thighs quivered as he forced you to bounce faster, the slap of your bodies echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Each thrust jolted through you, a symphony of heat and shame that left your breath broken and your eyes burning. The weight of dozens of gazes pressed down upon you, and yet his arms caged you, forcing you onward, relentless.

" Your cruelty is exquisite, Lord Dio." Jack spoke again. " If she weren't yours, I'd carve her up myself."

" Ah, but she is mine," Dio replied, unbothered, he driving you down harder. " And so long as she remains upon me, not one of you will dare lay a hand upon her. Not one."

He tilted his head, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered low enough for you alone. " Do you hear them, my sweet? Their hunger? Their envy? Every eye upon you, every thought of desecration turned impotent, because you belong to me." His tongue flicked against your earlobe, cold and decadent. " Does it humiliate you? Or does it make you burn?"

Your only answer was a shuddering moan, your body betraying you as your walls tightened desperately around him. The sound drew laughter from the shadows; low, cruel chuckles from his creatures, a chorus of twisted amusement at your helpless display.

Dio's hands glide up your torso once more, palms spreading across your stomach, your ribs, before sliding higher still to seize your breasts. He kneaded them with languid indulgence, his thumbs teasing your peaks until your back arched, pressing your shoulders to his chest.

" Perfect," Dio purred, biting lightly at your shoulder as he forced your hips down again, cock sinking impossibly deep. " You break so beautifully for me. Let them watch you fall apart. Let them know that only I can make you come."

Your whimpers filled the chamber, ragged and helpless, and Dio's laughter followed them, rich and cruel. Around you, the monsters of the castle leaned forward in rapt silence, their hunger thick in the air, and still Dio moved you like his personal puppet, bouncing you upon his cock as if to demonstrate his power over both you and them.

When he finally groaned low, his voice roughened with pleasure, he buried himself deep inside, holding you impaled on his cock as he nuzzled against your blood-warmed skin. " Mine," He whispered fiercely, for you alone, even as his creations watched hungrily. " Always mine. Not even the abyss itself will take you from me."

And with every gaze fixed on you, with every monster silent in fear and envy, you shattered around him, body trembling, caught between shame and ecstasy as Dio Brando claimed you before them all.

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The warm sun of the afternoon filtered through the open window, brushing the room in a golden glow. Outside, the gentle hum of the city drifted lazily in, but inside, the air was heavy with quiet anticipation. You and Erina sat close on the mattress of her bed, the scent of her perfume filling your senses.

Erina's hands were restless in her lap, twisting the fabric of her dress, her usual composure frayed by the building nerves in her stomach. She would be leaving back to London soon, she had told you earlier. Seven years had passed since you first met her, and now she'd be nothing more than a distant memory by the end of the week.

You reached out, gently taking one of her hands in yours, and she froze, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Her gaze flicked to yours, hesitant, but something in her eyes told you she already understood. You leaned in slowly, letting your breath mingle, until your lips barely touched. A tentative brush at first, a testing of boundaries, before she tilted her head into the kiss, soft and trembling, her fingers threading into your hair.

The kiss deepened, slow and lingering, lips and tongues exploring with the kind of care that left both of you breathless. You could feel her pulse against your lips, hear it thudding in time with your own, the room shrinking until it was just the two of you.

Pulling back slightly, you whispered against her mouth. " Erina... do you want me?"

Her response was a shiver, her breath catching. " Y-Yes," She admitted shyly, almost terrified, and yet brimming with desire.

With a gentle hand at her waist, you guided her backward onto the pillows, making sure she was comfortable, her back supported. You settled between her legs slowly, giving her a moment to adjust to your presence so close, the heat of your body brushing against hers. Your fingers trailed lightly up her thighs, teasing, coaxing her to relax as you pushed up the ruffles of her skirt and pulled down her pantalets.

Your mouth found her inner thigh first, lips soft against skin, letting the warmth of your breath make her shiver. " Patience," You murmured, tongue flicking once along the sensitive line, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. You traced her skin deliberately, teasing her, building anticipation with every gentle stroke.

Her hands gripped your hair, tugging you closer, guiding you down, and your lips finally found the heat of her. You hovered there for a moment, letting her take in the sensation, feeling the tremor of her anticipation vibrate through her body. Slowly, your tongue explored, flicking and circling as she gasped and shivered beneath you.

Erina gasped, breathless, fingers clutching at the back of your head, her hips pressing subtly into you. " Y/n..."

You grinned faintly, looking up at her briefly, the teasing glint in your eyes matching the warmth in your chest. " I'm just getting started," You murmured, letting your mouth travel over her, tongue tracing and teasing, lips pressing against her, giving her clit a firm suck before focusing most of your attention on it. Your fingers joined in, gently pressing against her core, curling just so, finding the spots that made her gasp and tremble.

Erina's breaths grew ragged, soft cries and moans spilling from her as your tongue and fingers worked in tandem, coaxing her body into delicious submission. The heat of your mouth, the teasing strokes, the handwork, every sensation was amplified by the quiet thrill of your secrecy.

" You shouldn't..." She whispered between gasps, a tension curling tight in her chest as something else began to curl in her stomach. " We-- I... Father would...-"

Your tongue licked up her slit before you kissed her inner thigh. " Shh... Just focus on me." Your tongue slid up again, flicking over her sensitive apex as your fingers curled expertly, making her shiver and cry out, hips bucking slightly against your mouth.

Her hands clutched your hair tighter, pulling you closer as her thighs trembled. You slowed just long enough to press soft, teasing kisses along her skin, letting her soak in the sensation of your lips and breath before diving back in, your tongue swirling and circling, working her, coaxing shudders of delight from every nerve.

" Y/n--!" She gasped, hips pressing into your face. " I'm-- close- ah!"

You teased her just a moment longer, prolonging it, savoring the sound of her voice, the way her body trembled beneath you. Then, with deliberate persistence, you let her fall over the edge, her body shuddering in ecstasy, moans muffled against your mouth as her release crashed through her. Your fingers curled and pressed just so, tongue circling in rhythm with her trembling, holding her through every wave until she caught her breath.

You lifted your lips from her, pulling your soaked fingers from her before sliding your own digits into your mouth just to taste her again, Erinas chest heaving with exertion. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, eyes shining with a mix of wonder, embarrassment, and lingering desire.

You fixed her up down there, pulling her layers back where they should go before you moved back up and laid next to her, pulling her close, her lips brushing your shoulder.

" I... I don't know how I'm going to leave..." She whispered, voice soft, heavy with feeling.

You held her closer, smoothing her hair back, lips brushing her temple. " Then don't think about that now," You murmured. " Focus on this, on us. There's still time for us to be here together."

She nodded slowly, burying her face against your chest as your arms wrapped around her. The two of you lingered, still close, skin flushed, hearts pounding in shared intimacy, letting the moment stretch before the inevitable goodbye loomed.

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The door to the small house creaked as Straizo stepped inside, a soft huff leaving the mans mouth as he took his boots off. He had left earlier after supper to the Village, bartering for some extra barley, herbs, and other items for the week. The fire still flickered in the hearth, casting the small home in a soft glow. 

Straizo padded across the floor, removing the bundle from across his chest and setting it atop the table. Everything would be taken out and put up tomorrow, but for now Straizo turned to the fireplace, stoking the fire and putting an extra log on it for the night before retreating to the bedroom.

His eyes accustomed to the dim light and found you easily. You laid curled up beneath the thick furs, your form outlined in the amber glow of the fireplace that barely reached inside of the room. Your breathing was slow and even, the kind that came with deep sleep. A few loose strands of hair had escaped the braid you had worn that morning, resting across your cheek in disarray.

For a moment, Straizo simply stood there, taking you in. After the wind, the snow, and the cold emptiness of the mountains outside, You were the one thing that made this place feel alive, the pulse that kept the quiet from becoming loneliness. He shed his coat from his shoulders, coming over to hang it on the bedpost. Then, kneeling beside the bed, he brushed his chilled fingers against the fur blanket, close enough to feel the heat radiating from your body.

You shifted faintly in your sleep, and a small, sleepy sigh escaping your lips. The corner of his mouth quirked up before He reached out to adjust the blanket higher over your shoulder, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Finally, He eased onto the bed beside you. The blankets rustled quietly as he settled, careful not to startle you awake. When he slipped an arm around your waist, you stirred, just enough to nestle back against him instinctively, your body fitting against his like it had always known where it belonged.

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and rested his chin lightly atop your shoulder. Straizo closed his eyes, idly rubbing his hand up and down your arms.

But then, the palms of his hand began to move, tracing the gentle rise and fall of your side, the warmth of you through the cotton of your sleep clothes. His fingers drew idle, aimless paths across your ribs, down the slope of your hip, back again. Nothing hurried, only the slow, thoughtful mapping of something he already knew by heart. There was a steadiness to his touch, but something unspoken threaded beneath it; a restrained curiosity, a yearning he never allowed himself to name.

He lowered his head slightly, close enough that his breath stirred a lock of your hair, and for an instant he let his forehead rest there. The scent of your skin filled his senses as his hand continued their slow, wandering motion, following the contours of your body like a meditation, as if touch itself could etch the memory of this fragile moment into permanence. 

You two had talked about it before, your schedules so different it hardly gave either of you any time together. You trusted him enough, but it felt wrong for him to do so, he'd much rather wait for the rare instances where you and him could actually have some time to yourselfs, but Lord help him, he was getting himself overwhelmed.

You wouldn't mind, He reassured himself as his hand slipped between your thighs, nudging them apart just enough to slide his fingers to where he wanted them. His pointer and ring fingers traced along your labia while his middle finger dipped into your folds and stroked at your clit.

A shuddering breath left your lips, making him still and slightly retract his fingers, watching you stir before, with a grunt of his own, he tugged his pants down, lifting your thigh to hook around his hip. His cock pressed against your folds and he brought his free hand down to spread you open, sliding in painfully slow.

You whimpered as he went in, eyes opening just barely from the intrusion. He sunk into you completely, rubbing circles into your hip as he watched you wake up halfway. He kissed your cheek and pressed his hand against your abdomen.

" Hello, sweetness." He murmured to you in a low voice, beginning to rock his hips against yours.

" S-Straizo..? Ah-" You gasped, eyes fluttering open as the intrusion became apparent, another moan escaping you as you sat up, pressing your hips against him to feel more of him, face flushing from the surprise. Straizo grabbed you by the waist to hold you firmly in place as he thrusted into you, his free hand coming up to cup your breast through your shirt. His lips finding yours as he kissed you deeply, nipping your bottom lip before pulling away and sucking the delicate flesh of your neck.

You let out a loud, breathy moan, fisting the sheets below you as you screwed your eyes shut, focusing on the sensations building up in your lower body, the tight knot forming in your tummy. Straizo moved his hand back down to your cunt, pressing down on and circling your clit again as he bit down on your shoulder.

Your hips bucked uncontrollably as you came, Straizo joining not long after with just a few more pumps inside, the feel of the blankets and furs now unbearably hot from the shared heat. Straizo waited a few moment before pulling out, leaving you empty as he pulled you closer to him.

Your mind was still hazy with sleep, processing Straizo giving you another kiss on the lips before tucking you close to him, the shared warmth beneath the blankets already beginning to make to two of you fall asleep again.