Please don’t ask what I was thinking

The battle was finally over. The enemy was behind bars, and for once no one was hurt. Well, no one except the buildings, cars, and streetlights that had suffered in the crossfire. But property damage was nothing Bruce couldn’t fix with his money.

You let out a sigh laced with a low groan, as you lean back against the wall. The rough brick scraped against your suit, a sharp reminder that every muscle in your body was screaming. Honestly, it was a miracle you were even still on your feet.

Beside you, Batman mirrored the motion. The steady rhythm of his breathing beneath the cowl filled the narrow alley—slow, measured, but heavy. Beyond that, there was only the faint wail of sirens and the soft drip of water from a broken fire escape.

You could still feel the echo of his touch from earlier, the weight of his hand dragging you out of the line of fire. Now, with the adrenaline fading, that same energy had twisted into something else. Something dangerous.

"You're injured." His voice was a low rasp, stripped of its usual command, softened into something unexpectedly raw.

"It's nothing," you muttered quietly as you wiped the blood off your face, “What about you, Bat?”

He didn't answer, instead he turned toward you, his movements unnaturally still. "You should have stayed behind me." The words were flat, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed something deeper.

The air between you thickened. You started to say something, but the protest died before it even reached your tongue. It wasn't your fault really, but arguing felt almost impossible when he was this close, when his gaze seems to burn and the air around you seem to be filled with a smell that was uniquely him.

"Someone could... come by," you whispered, the words weak even to your own ears.

A low sound rumbled from his chest—the sound of restraint straining at its limits. "Let them." The words were dangerously quiet, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his internal conflict. Or maybe that was just the blood roaring in your ears, pounding in sync with the raw intensity in his gaze.

He moved closer, until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" The question hung in the air, he wasn’t looking for a answer. Not really. But it doesn’t matter his presence alone seems to overwhelm you until coherent thought was impossible.

Because some reckless part of you wanted to find out, consequences be damned. You wanted to see past the armor, to understand the man beneath the mask.

You let out a shaky breath as you stared up at him. His jaw clenched at your wide-eyed look, the muscles in his cheeks twitching as he fought for control.

His hand rose, hovering near your face before finally brushing a stray hair from your forehead. The gesture was surprisingly gentle, at odds with the tension coiling through his frame. Your pulse fluttered wildly beneath your skin.

"We can't... I can't..." But even as you spoke, you were trembling as his thumb brushed your cheek, his glove rough against your skin.

You could feel him fighting it too, see the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, hear the strain in his voice. He wanted this—wanted you—with a desperation that seemed to frighten even him.

"Then tell me to stop," he said, his voice cracking with the effort of holding back. "Tell me you don't want this. Say the word, and I'll walk away. We will pretend like this never happened.”

You didn't.

Instead, against your better judgment you reached up, your fingers brushing against the edge of his cowl, and pulled him down toward you.

The world seemed to fracture as your mouths met, desperate, hungry. It wasn't gentle. It couldn't be. You kissed him like you were starving, like this was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

His breath caught against your lips, a sharp, broken sound. For a heartbeat, he froze—every muscle wound tight—but then he was kissing you back with all the desperation he'd been trying to bury.

He pressed you back against the rough brick wall, his body caging yours. His hands moved to your hips, holding you in place with a possessiveness that should have terrified you.

This was wrong, but it felt like coming home. Like finding the missing piece of yourself you never knew was gone.

"I can't be gentle. Not tonight."

"Then don't be."

He didn’t hesitate as his hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing roughly as he ground himself against you—hard, insistent. One of his hand slid up your side, cupping and groping your breast through your suit. He could feel your nipple stiffen beneath his palm, could feel the way your heart raced against his touch.

"You've been testing my control for months," he rasped, the words vibrating through your body. "Every glance, every casual touch. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"I don't know what you mean," you breathed out, a teasing smile on your flushed face as you pressed your leg against his growing bulge.

His grip tightened before he suddenly spun you around to face the wall. The movement was swift, decisive - all predator's grace and purpose.

"Don't," he warned, the single word heavy with meaning.

The next thing you know he was ripping the skin of your suit, leaving your pussy to the cold night air.

He removed his gauntlets with his teeth—too desperate touching you to even let go for a second—before hurling it to the side. His fingers delved between your thighs, finding you already slick and swollen with need. He thrust two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out with rough strokes as you bucked violently against him.

"Not so brave now are you," he whisper against your ears as the obscene sound of his finger ramming in and out of your pussy fill the air,

“H-hey! M-my suit’s new you know—h-haaa—s-slow down…” you cried out, voice breaking as your hands clawed at the wall, knuckles white, trying desperately to anchor yourself.

He clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as he continued to pump his fingers roughly in and out of your dripping cunt. His thumb found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in hard, merciless circles.

"Quiet," he hisses. "Unless you want the whole city to hear." He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, pushing them as deep as they could go before twisting in a way that made you see stars.

"And don’t worry about the suit," he continued as you let out another cry, "I'll buy you a new one. I will buy you as many as you want and as many as I rip off of you."

As if that mattered compared to the way he was touching you, like you’re nothing but a pathetic toy to be played with.

When his fingers finally withdrew—your leg shaking, and your eyes glazed from your orgasm—you let out a pathetic whine, desperate for him to fill you up again. When the sound of his belt opening reached your ears and soon you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your wet pussy, hot, heavy, and menacing.

"People—" you tried again, but the protest dissolved into a gasp as he gripped your hips.

"You should have thought of that before teasing me,"

He guided himself along your pussy, then with a single thrust that stole the air from your lungs, he started fucking into you with a desperate hunger.

Each drive of his hips slammed you against the wall, the impact jarring through your bones. He kept one hand splayed across your stomach, holding you in place, while the other pinned your wrists above your head.

"Fuck," he pants against your neck. "Look at what you've reduced me to." He shifted his angle, and the new depth made you cry out. Your nails scraped against brick as pleasure mounted, sharp and terrifying in its intensity. You felt him everywhere—in the heat of his breath against your neck, in the possessive grip of his hands, in the relentless rhythm that pushed you toward the edge.

Tears you hadn't realized you were crying traced hot paths down your cheeks. The feeling of being utterly ruined against a wall in a grimy alley by the one man who was supposed to be a symbol of control was overwhelming.

"I can feel you clenching around me," he murmured against the shell of your ear, his breath hot. "You're close. Let go. I want to feel you cum on my cock."

That was all it took.

The climax ripped through you with violent, shocking intensity. A shattered scream was torn from your throat, echoing briefly before you but down on your lip trying to hold back your cry as best as you can, as waves of pure, white-hot pleasure seared through your nerves.

Bruce slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm overtook him. Thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls, filling you with his cum before more dripped down from where you guys connected. The sensation triggers another mini orgasm and you mewl weakly as your hips bucking erratically as you milk him for every drop.

For a long moment, he remained still, pinning you to the wall with the sheer weight of his body. His chest heaved against your back, his breath ragged and hot in your ear.

Just as you both started to come down from your high, the sound of footsteps echoed into the alley.

Bruce grunts as your pussy clenches down on his spent cock in alarm, a fresh spurt of cum shooting into your body.

You were in no state to be seen by people, least of all some poor civilians who can’t seem to mind their own business. Your suit is torn, the material hanging off you in shreds from when he was gripping at your body. Your thighs are slick with the combined liquid of your fucking, and more seeping out of your ruined cunt. Your hair is a wild tangle, sticking to your tear-stained cheeks. You look thoroughly and unmistakably fucked.

The chains bit into your wrists. Cold iron, locked tight enough for you to feel the faint tremor of your pulse where metal met skin. You should have been uncomfortable. You should have been dead—or at least undergoing torture. That was what capture meant for your kind.

But this room was… wrong.

No bare concrete stained with old blood. No flickering bulb swinging from a wire. Instead, it mocked the very idea of imprisonment—a leather chair angled toward you with deliberate grace, a table polished to a liquid gleam, the faint scent of incense coiling like a serpent through the air. Even the chains gleamed, spotless, as though chosen for aesthetic coherence rather than crude restraint.

It unsettled you far more than rust and rot ever could.

An assassin had no need for comfort. Yet here you were, bound in a cage woven from gold and shadow.

The door opened.

Light spilled in, golden and deliberate, yet it brought no warmth. He entered without haste, each footfall a measured note in the silence, the very air bending around him like an act of submission. He looked immaculate— a white suit without a crease, gloves untouched by grime, the cascade of his golden curls seeming to hold their own light. He might have been entering a ballroom, not a chamber holding the one who’d come to end him.

The door clicked shut behind him, soft yet final—a sound like a blade being drawn in the dark. Giorno’s gaze settled on you, steady, unreadable, yet carrying a strange warmth that coiled tight in your stomach.

He crossed the room with that same liquid rhythm. His gloved fingers brushed the chain at your wrist, the touch precise, almost reverent. The locks clicked open, one by one, and the cold weight fell away.

You lunged. Instinct. Your body moved before thought could catch up.

But it wasn’t enough.

His hand closed around your freed wrist, smooth and deliberate, the strength beneath his elegance undeniable.

“Bella,” he murmured, the word wrapping around you, “You came.”

You struck again with your other hand, but the floor shifted, the walls breathing like a living beast. Roots erupted through marble, golden vines seizing your ankles, dragging you down in a merciless embrace.

Giorno only watched, calm as a saint in a stained glass window, a faint smile playing on his lips.

When you lay pinned on the ground, vines coiled tight around your limbs, he crouched low, his golden hair catching the dim light like a halo. Yet there was nothing holy in his gaze.

His wrapped his hand around your neck, fingers pressing into skin. His thumb brushed against your pulse point in slow, deliberate strokes, as though tracing the rhythm of the rebellion burning beneath your skin.

“Tell me,” he murmured, voice a low vibration in the intimate space between you. “Who sent you?”

Silence stretched, thick and charged. You held his gaze and offered nothing.

Giorno’s smile deepened, as though your defiance were a challenge he’d long anticipated. His hand slid lower, fingertips grazing the side of your breast, a fleeting contact that sent an unwelcome shudder through you.

“As you wish then,” he breathed, the words both a promise and a threat.

His hands found your waist, long fingers splayed across your stomach, thumbs pressing into the hollows of your hips. You felt the warmth of him through the fabric. He leaned closer, his breath stirring the hair at your temple, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Let us try again shall we,” Giorno purred, his voice silk and shadow, “Who wanted me dead, piccola assassina?”

You clenched your jaw, a hiss escaping through gritted teeth as you fought the traitorous response of your own body, the heat pooling low, the ache that had nothing to do with rage, and everything to do with the man who held you captive yet felt like temptation incarnated.

You tried to struggle against the golden vines, but they only tightened their grip.

"Resistance suits you," he murmured, his tongue catching the first involuntary tear before it could fall and tasting your helpless rage with devotional intensity.

"Ah..." The sound was a reverent exhale. "There it is."

He applied precisely calculated pressure to your clothed pussy, not enough to satisfy your need, but enough to trigger the physiological response he craved. Another tear escaped, then another, tracing silver paths on your cheeks.

When you spat curses at him, his eyes darkened with pleasure at the fresh wave of tears your anger provoked.

"The Boss of Passione doesn't ask twice." His knee pressed between your thighs, the friction deliberate. "But for you, I'll make an exception."

His hand slid beneath your shirt, palm searing against your stomach. "Tell me why you chose to become my enemy." The words whispered against your jaw as his fingers worked open your trousers.

The first thrust stole your breath, transforming choked sob into broken gasp. Giorno watched your face with rapt attention, cataloguing every tear-streaked contraction of pleasure.

A muffled gasp escaped your lips as you bit back the tremor in your voice. Tears fell, betraying the composure you fought to maintain. Your body burned—not merely from the physical intrusion, but from the devastating intimacy of it.

Giorno's breath shuddered against your neck as he thrust deeper, the wet slide of him splitting you open in ways that would leave you aching for hours after. He swallowed your muffled cries with hungry kisses, his tongue delving into your mouth, claiming every inch of resistance.

"Bella," he whispered between gasps and nip, "You're beautiful like this, piccola assassina. I always knew you would be."

His hand tightened on your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, leaving blooming imprints in their wake. The vine released you— not that it mattered you were in too overwhelmed to even think about attacking him, only to crept up beneath your shirt, and wrapping around the tender swell of your breast, squeezing at the hardened peak.

Giorno's thrusts grew harder, more demanding, as if he could fuck the truth from your flesh, as if this act was penance and pleasure entwined. He didn't care about the name of your employer, not truly. He only cared about the way you clenched around him, the broken sounds you made, the salt of your tears on his tongue.

This close, you could feel the pounding of his heartbeat, see the glitter of his eyes in the reflection of the floor as they drank in every twitch and shudder, every involuntary arch of your back. His grip on your waist dragging you back as you tried to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Cara mia," he gasped between thrust, "My sweet little killer. I will have you screaming my name before this is done."

“F-Fuck you... You will go to hell for this, Giorno—" The words tore from your throat, ragged and sharp, only to shatter against him. He shuddered—not in remorse, but in dark delight, a low dark laugh catching in his throat at your choked words. It was a sound of cruel amusement, of a man who found your defiance erotic rather than offensive. He leaned in closer, breath ragged, eyes burning into yours.

“Hell, piccola?” he murmured, his voice a rough, intimate thing in the space between your lips. “I have already built my throne there. And I assure you…” He drove into you, deep and unyielding, as his hand tangled in your hair, forcing your back to arched into him “…the view is far more compelling from where I stand.”

He shifted his angle, deliberate and knowing, each movement calculated to break you. Your body betrayed you, clenching around him as stars burst behind your eyelids—a pleasure so sharp it felt like punishment. The air grew thin, your lungs burning.

You tried to escaped him once more, your fingers scrabbling against the marble floor, nails scraping, seeking purchase as your body arched sharply. He slowed down, watching in amusement as you tried desperately to escape from him.

But just as you were about to succeed, his hand wrapped around your waist once more, pulling you back and slamming his cock back inside you. The movement forced hos cock deeper into your body then it has ever been before and you felt the tension coiling tighter, your climax building like a storm, your resistance was crumbling like a dam before a flood.

“N-no— f-fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” You screamed out as your leg spasms a futile attempt to twist away from his grasp.

With a low grunt, his teeth sank into your shoulder—sharp and deliberate—breaking skin until the metallic tang of blood filled the air. At the same time, you felt him shudder against you, his climax merging with the sting of the bite. Warmth spilled inside, dripping down your trembling thighs, a sensation that left you equally full and hollow.

“S-stop… I hate you…” you gasped, your body shaking, tears still tracing paths through the sweat on your cheeks. “I’m going to fucking kill you…” You hated this. Hated your own helplessness, the way your skin still burned where he’d touched you, the traitorous pulse that beat in rhythm with his breath.

You wanted more of him. More of this consuming pleasure that devoured your will and left you an empty shell, stripped of everything but the feeling of him filling you up from the inside.

Giorno’s breath ghosted across your damp skin as he pulled back slightly, his gaze dark yet luminous. A faint, smile touched his lips—not of triumph, but of something deeper, more possessive.

“Then, little assassin,” he murmured, his voice a silken thread in the shadows, “by all means… strive to make my death yours.”

He pulled you into his arm, his cock already hardening inside you once more, “But until that day comes…”His palm splayed on your swollen belly, the gesture almost tender. "...you are mine."

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Thud

Another body joined the corpses strewn across the ground, your blade finding its mark with mechanical precision. How many lives had you ended tonight? The number held no significance—not to Giorno Giovanna, and certainly not to you. A mission required completion; the body count was merely collateral, scattered in your wake like discarded leaves.

When the next victim fell, you tilted your head, wiping away the blood with the back of your hand—a gesture of habit, of cleanliness, perhaps a faint courtesy to yourself amid the carnage.

Somewhere, a camera captured it.

In the silence of his private chamber, Giorno watched the monitor. The footage looped, and he observed that small, mundane motion again and again, as though it were scripture. The rest blurred—men collapsing like severed marionettes, the muffled stench of fear leaking through audio feeds—yet his gaze remained fixed on the streak of blood across your cheek, on the indifferent grace with which you erased it.

A traitorous tension coiled low in his abdomen.

He told himself it was analysis—a threat assessment of an operative moving too close, too cleanly, near his organization. He repeated that a leader must not soften. He recited a hundred rational lies.

But Giorno could not lie to himself forever.

Obsession does not always begin in love. Sometimes, it begins as fascination—a slow, sharpening hunger.

His men stood ready to cage a problem. They saw a blade; he saw a rhythm. They did not feel the pull, the unspoken need echoing in the hollow of his chest.

He could have chosen other methods—surveillance, a tail, a leash woven from shadows.

Instead, Giorno thought of more dangerous things.

So, he wrote himself into the ledger of your world.

A hit was placed—real enough, public enough, foolish enough to be believed. He signed it not with a name, but with a presence, a whisper sent through the network meant to find you, to draw you from whatever darkness you inhabited.

“Come,” he murmured into the stillness, to you in that looping frame, to the future he had already begun to sculpt. “Find me.”

He imagined you hearing it like a bell in the fog, the slight tilt of your head as you weighed the call. He pictured your approach—the way your blade might press against what little in him remained soft enough to cut.

To his team, he offered a plausible lie: you would be observed under their watch before you could become a true threat. Their faces relaxed, assured by the logic of control.

When the room emptied, Giorno remained. Alone, with only the looping image of you—wiping away the blood. He stepped closer, until static fringed the screen and your form became more suggestion than substance.

His hand rose, not to touch the glass, but the idea of you.

Possession bloomed like slow candlelight in his chest, already unfolding into plans.

He would lure you. He would be the bait—for only the sharpest hook draws the deadliest fish. He would whisper his name into the dark, shaping it into both promise and challenge.

And when you came—for profit, for curiosity, for reasons that doesn’t matters to him—he would be waiting. Not as the Boss of Passione, but as something far more dangerous, a man who had signed the contract of his own mortality, just to watch you tear it apart.

He set the hit.

He leaned back, breathing in the silence, and let the certainty settle deep within.

It had been such a dull afternoon. The city hummed with the usual noise—screams, gunfire, the faint hiss of flames—and not a single thing had amused him in hours. And then he heard it.

A laugh.

Not the kind of broken cackle hell breeds by force, not the bitter rasp of desperation. No. This was lighter. Easier. Sunlight bottled and poured into sound. He followed it instantly, like a bloodhound to the scent, grin splitting his face wider with each step.

And there you were.

Curious, curious little thing. Wandering somewhere mundane—was it a market stall? A dusty bookshop? A café rotting between two charred husks of buildings? Did it matter? It didn’t to you. You didn’t care. You didn’t even care enough to look twice at him.

How quaint.

He doffed an imaginary hat, spine dipping in a playful bow, every inch the gentleman he pretended to be. His smile sharpened like a blade under silk. And you—sweet you—smiled back. Pure. Innocent. A innocent flower in a barren wasteland.

How, he wondered, had you survived this long? How had the rot not yet gnawed through your soul? Why hadn’t despair turn you into another desperate victim?

Then, like a careless coin, the truth slipped out of your mouth. A name that told him the truth.

Vox’s sister.

He nearly doubled over in laughter, the sound crackling through the air, sharp enough to make passersby shiver.

He can’t believe that pompous box of static had been hiding such a jewel away from everybody. Protecting you like a dragon hoarding his gold. A prize no one was supposed to know about.

Oh how marvelous.

It was a joke spun by hell itself, a punchline just for him.

And by then it was already too late. He wanted you. Not just for the game. Not just to pluck at Vox’s fraying nerves.

No. He wanted you because you were the single thing that had made him feel alive in decades.

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You’re gone. Again.

Vox slammed his fist onto the table, his screen flickering static as he was overtaken by rage. Third time this week. Third time you’ve left him with no explanation of where you will be. He can’t remember the last time he felt this out of control, but then again you’ve never let him felt like he was losing you.

Oh, you.

His sister. His ward. His treasure. Through life and through death you’ve been with him. Always by his side. Quiet. Perfect. His.

So what changed? What could have possibly driven you from the safety of his arms and into the rot of the outside world?

His screen burned as he tore through the sea of bits and bytes, clawing for your signal. His darling. His weakness. His error.

You would be upset if you knew, complain with your pretty voice as you look at him in annoyance.

“You promised. You said you wouldn’t watch me.”

But promises mean nothing when you’re gone.

You’re not supposed to leave him. You’re not supposed to breathe without him knowing. Who knows what will happen if he isn’t watching? Who might touch you?

CRACK.

He bursts from the circuits of your necklace, static splintering the air, anger flooding the room with a buzz that rattles the walls.

And there you were.

His vision whites out. You, flushed and panting, tangled in Alastor’s arms. That smug bastard’s hands daring to hold what isn’t his.

Rage claws through him, makes the edges of his body glitch and crackle. Every pixel of his screams to rip you away, tear Alastor into ribbons, cage you so deeply you’ll never stray from him again.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with him, sweetheart?” His voice grinds low, sharp as broken glass, venom dripping from every syllable.

His claws find you, seizing, dragging. His whole system sparking with a single word that drowns everything else out—

Mine.

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“V-vox—?” The word catches on your tongue, and your pulse stutters. Not from his claws but from the fact that he’s standing here. He shouldn’t be here. You had been careful, so careful, and still—

His grip bites deeper, pain crawling up your spine as you let out another cry as you desperately tried to explain yourself.

“Vox, I— I was just—” Your voice folds in on itself, thin, trembling unsure of how to hide the obvious, not that it mattered. You were cut short as they glared at each other.

Both of their hand dug into you as they lock in a unseen war, the air thick with tension as their power collided, a silent battle sparking between them, until finally some unspoken understanding seems to pass.

“Go on then, little sister. Make it easy, pick your poison.”

“W-what—“

“We’re giving you a choice, darling. So who shall it be?”

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"Brother... haaa... stop..." Your voice cracks, a broken whimper escaping your lips as you tremble between them.

But Vox ignored your plea. His mouth crashed against yours, tongue forcing its way in. Every ounce of his emotion bled into the kiss, anger, jealousy, a possessive need to brand you as his.

His hand clamped around your jaw, holding you in place, removing any chance of escape you have.

You could only shudder and cry into the kiss as Alastor's fingers plunge deeper, into your soaked pussy. The wet sound of his finger pumping into you fill the room, only punctuated by the occasional chuckle as his thumb rubs firm circles around your clit, making your body writhe in pleasure and pain.

Vox lips never leaving yours as he gropes your breast roughly, pinching and tugging at your nipple. Breaking the kiss, he look at your tearful face, his eyes almost gentle as he wiped away your tears.

"Shhh don’t cry… this is all your fault remember?”

He slides his hand lower and plunge two fingers into your dripping cunt without warning as you let out a muffled wail. Your body jerked desperate to get away from them. Each one going at a different pace as you tremble trying to get use to the sensation but failing brutally.

“Hnngh... haa... sto... t-too much..." Your breathy cries dissolve into desperate whine, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. Your breast bouncing with each cruel thrust.

Vox's use his free hand to wrap around your neck, forcing you to meet his fierce gaze, "Look at me, sister. Watch who's ruining this greedy cunt."

Alastor chuckles darkly, tongue flicking out to lick the shell of your ear as he grinds the heel of his palm against your throbbing clit. "Such a lewd girl, dripping like this. You love being used like a fucking whore don't you?"

The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy being abused fill the air. Your mind goes hazy, pleasure and pain short circuiting your thoughts as they finger fuck you into submission.

"C-can't... I can't... haaahh..." Your whimpers grow louder, more desperate, your velvet walls flutter and clench, trying to suck them deeper. The pleasure builds, coils tightening in your core, and suddenly your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave.

Your back arch sharply as you let out a silent scream. The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming. Your pussy clamps down around their pumping fingers, walls rippling, clear essence soaking their hands.

Before you can come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm Vox was already spreading your legs apart, claws ripping off what little clothing you have left.

"L-let me rest, hah... I can't, it's too much, too soon after..." you wail out pitifully, hot tears streaming down your flushed face. Your legs tremble as you try to close them. To hide your dripping, swollen pussy from their hungry gazes.

"Rest? Oh sweetheart, you don't get to rest until I say so."

As you lay there, unable to move Alastor summons a writhing mass of tentacles from the shadows. Before you could even recoiled in fear, they were already coiling around your wrists and ankles, binding your limbs and spreading them wide, leaving you splayed out and vulnerable.

“V-vox… help me… brother please…” You cried out softly, your eyes wet with tears as you look at Vox hoping, begging for even the tiniest amount of mercy.

But there is no mercy here in hell, and you were just another victim that’s about to be swallowed whole.

Ignoring your tears, cries and begging, a series of wire extended from Vox’s back, wrapping around your breast and curling around your nipples, but even more forming into a terrifying abomination of thick cable. Before you can even react it was already slamming into your tiny abused cunt.

"S-stop... it's too big... I can't..." You keen desperately as the wire pushes forward, stretching your sensitive walls to the breaking point as it plunges into your core. Your pitiful cry and moan fills the room as your pussy was force to accommodate the massive intrusion.

“Such a desperate little slut," Vox sneers, voice dripping with disdain as he saw the pathetic state you’re in. "If I'd known you had such a slutty cunt, I would've lent you out to Valentino to make a proper porno. Bet those vermin will pay a pretty penny to watch this greedy cunt get ruined on camera."

You couldn’t even deny what he said, your eyes empty and your stomach inflating and deflating with each thrust. In your pathetic state you couldn’t even notice Alastor summoning a grotesquely large and textured tentacle of his own. It throb and pulse as though it was alive, and to your horror it pressed tightly against your ass, the flared head pushing past the ring of muscle. "AHHH! N-not there... I can't take it... please..." Your screams fill the air as both of your holes were stuffed full.

Both your pussy and ass are pummeled mercilessly, juices spraying and splattering with each brutal thrust and pump of the two massive tentacle/wire violating your holes.

"Come now, little darling, you must choose..." Alastor's voice is a low rumble, his eyes gleaming sadistically as he watches your body jerk and twitch on his invading tentacle. "Who do you love more? Me, or your dear brother?"

He leans in close, one elegant hand coming up to wrap around your throat, claws digging into your soft skin as he pulled your head back towards him, his breath hot on your tear-stained cheek as he continues his relentless thrusts.

When you don't immediately answer, a wicked grin spreads across Alastor's face, as though he find some sort of sick pleasure from your broken state, (he does)

“Wrong answer.”

He starts to slam the tentacles into you with brutal force. Each thrust have you seeing stars, your eyes glazing over as drool trickles down your chin.

“Y-You— I love you, Alastor, please slow down— hnghhh!” You babbled out brokenly, willing to do anything to make it stop, the pleasure too overwhelming,

Alastor's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction at your breathless confession, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Mmm, good girl… such sweet words from such a pretty little thing..." His clawed fingers stroke your neck almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the brutal violation between your legs.

Vox scowled, the screen on his face flickering with static as your needy cries filled the room. He watched Alastor use your body, saw the way you clung to him, and it fueled a jealousy he'd never quite felt before. Without warning, a bolt of electricity crackled from the air, striking your sensitive nipple. You screamed at the sudden pain, arching your back off the bed.

"Wrong choice of words, slut," his finger press down on your swollen clit and before you could even react you was already cumming again as you felt the electricity shoot through you.

You were unable to move, or even beg as you gasped for air, clear nectar practically streaming down your thigh as he shoot tiny bolts of electricity through you lazily, "Try again. And this time, choose carefully. I can be so much worse than this, and we both know it."

“V-Vo—“

Before you could finish saying his name, Alastor was already doubling his effort. You shook your head wailing as they turn it into a game of sort, each eager to make you scream they’re name and profess your love.

After what felt like hours, your legs and body feeling like they’re nonexistent you gave one last desperate attempt,

“B-both… I love you both…”

Both demons paused, eyes locking onto you with an intensity that made your blood run cold. For a moment, you dared to hope they might actually release you, might show mercy...

"You can't choose, can you? Such a greedy girl, keeping us both dangling on a string."

Together they both withdrew their respective appendages from your abused holes, you let out a weak whimper, your body feeling empty and aching in their absence.

But your temporary respite was short lived. As you felt the temperature in the room plummeted, their body growing larger and larger.

They would destroy you before letting the other win.

You did a big stretch as you stepped out of the train. Your entire body felt like it was aching, (which was to be expected after a 10 hour ride) but your eyes was filled with excitement as you felt the wind blow through your hair.

This is where your new life start, although you can’t say you weren’t scared of the prospect of being alone in a new town…

But hey you gotta start somewhere right?

You hum a happy tune, before quickly grabbing your luggage and heading towards the place you will be staying at for the time being.

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As you cross the street, you suddenly felt a strong grip on your wrist. Before you can react the hand pulled you back quickly, just in time to avoid being hit by a car speeding through the road.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you whirl around to thank whoever just saved you from what was probably a very painful hospital visit.

The man stood who before you was tall, taller than most man you have seen in your life. His expression was stoic as he stared ahead of you, seemingly more interested in something else.

Your body was still shaking from the adrenaline as you thanks him for pulling you out of the way of the car. Or at least you think it was him, since there was no one else who could have pulled you back.

He finally look down at you, his lips twitched, as if wanting to say something. But in the end he didn’t, only moving his hat a bit lower, covering his eyes from you before speaking,

“You should watch where you’re going.”

His voice was cold, but there’s a hint of something else in it. Almost as if he was holding back from saying more to you.

Not noticing his internal conflict you nodded your head, apologizing again before continuing on your way. Your wrist still tingling as though someone was still holding onto them.

You shook your head at the thought.

Thats absurd.

Theres no one around you.

But as you walked, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched. Every few seconds, you would turn your head to look behind you, but there was nothing there.

You decided to put it out of your mind for now and focus on the task at hand. You had a lot to do in order to get settled into your new home.

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Jotaro watched as you continued on your way, his eyes narrowing as he felt Star Platinum's desire to follow after you. He could sense his Stand's need to go after you, the way he pulled at him, wanting to stay close to you.

“Star Platinum, let’s go.”

He turn and start walking in the opposite direction, ignoring the way Star Platinum protest, the way he fought against him.

Trying to control Star Platinum was something he wasn't use to. He had always followed his order without hesitation, so the way he was acting was strange to say the least.

“Ora ora…”

Star Platinum turn to look at you one last time, his eyes filled with disappointment before disappearing reluctantly.

He couldn’t understand this feeling.

Couldn’t understand why he felt this intense desire to pull you into his arm, to protect you and have you never leave his sight.

But it doesn’t matter.

He will see you again.

He’s sure of it.

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You stood still as you felt yourself being wrapped in a warm hug. You couldn’t really see what or who was hugging you, but it has become an oddly common and comforting experience for you.

In the several weeks since you have come to Morioh, you had gotten use to the many ghost who apparently just reside in this town, and if you had to be honest you quite enjoy their presence.

After a few minutes you let out a soft sigh and tapped his arm lightly (or what you assume is his arm) “Hey, I have to go now. I will come back later okay?”

Magician's Red stayed silent at your word and for a moment, he seemed to consider not letting you go. His grip tightening ever so slightly as his warmth seep into you.

But then he exhaled softly, dipping his head down and touching your forehead with his beak gently. Almost as if he was giving you a kiss, before finally releasing you.

You let out a soft giggle as you felt the kiss, smiling brightly in his direction, before waving a quick good bye and heading toward college again.

He stood silently as he watch you left, he could still see your warm smile in his mind and it almost made him want to pull you back into his arms again.

Seeing the look on his face and sensing his thought, Avdol walked out of the shadow. Gently patting his shoulders, as if trying to calm him down.

He have already received news from Jotaro about you. You seem to unknowingly attract Stand who comes near you and as of right now they have decided to not do anything about it. Since you seem to be unaware of your power in the first place and it’s hasn’t really cause any harm.

Of course if he had to point out a problem it will be…

Avdol sigh heavily as he looked at Magician Red, the way he stared after you, his body language spoke volume of his feelings and protective instincts for you.

“Let’s go…”

Magician Red was reluctant to leave, but he obeyed Avdol’s words, disappearing into the air.

He knew Avdol was right, there was no point in lingering. But he couldn’t forget the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, or the way you smile at him.

He will be counting down the seconds till he see you again.

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You mindlessly squeeze the invisible tentacle in your hand as you focus on the lecture. As you start to write down your note, you scratch the tendril lightly only to look up when you heard a muffled groan.

“Are you okay, Professor Kakyoin?” Your voice was filled with concern as you look up at him, your hand still unconsciously squeezing tighter around the tentacle as you saw the flushed look on his face,

Kakyoin blinks, his face still flush as he look down at you with a awkward smile. “Yes, I'm fine (Y/N). Just thinking about something.”

He watch as Hierophant Green continue to coil around your limb, a sigh escaped his lip as he discreetly tried to will Hierophant Green away from you. But the Stand seem completely unresponsive, instead moving even closer to you.

You nodded your head at his answer, not even questioning anything as you felt Hierophant Green’s tendrils snaking up your arms and legs. His whole body pressed against your back nestling into the crook of your neck and letting out a please sound at your proximity.

It was clear that the Stand wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around you completely, to pull you into his embrace until there was no space left between the two of you, to wrap around you completely, to hide you from the eyes of others.

Kakyoin sigh internally at the sight, this was not good. He had a feeling Hierophant Green wasn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Maybe he should talk to Jotaro about it after class. He'll know what to do.

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“I don’t know what to do.”

You sat quietly in the corner of the office as you watch Professor Kujo and Professor Kakyoin having a rapid conversation.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked quietly, your body curled up on the chair and Hierophant Green still wrapped tightly around you,

Jotaro and Kakyoin stop talking immediately when they hear your voice, they exchange a glance before turning to you, their eyes twitching as they see Hierophant Green and Star Platinum both still trying to pull you towards them respectively.

"No, (Y/N). You're not in trouble," Jotaro said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We just wanted to have a chat with you."

Kakyoin nods in agreement, offering you a small smile. "Yes, we just wanted to check in on you, see how you're settling in."

Hierophant Green tightened his grip on you at Kakyoin’s word, as if scared that you would be taken away, practically hiding you from view.

Star Platinum let out a angry “Ora!” before yanking at Hierophant Green's tentacles, trying to pry you free and pull you into his arm instead.

The tension in the room was palpable, the two Stands glaring at each other, each refusing to back down.

Sensing the tension in the air, your hand automatically finding Star Platinum’s hand without much effort.

“Be good.”

Your voice lowered to a whisper as you gently caressed (?) his hand in a comforting motion.

“Both of you.” You added quickly when you felt the tentacle tightening around your arms, your other hand softly stroking the tentacle,

Star Platinum immediately calms down at your touch, his anger dissipating in an instant. He hold your hand gently in his far bigger hand, his eyes closing in contentment as you comfort him. The sensation of your hand in his sending shivers down his spine.

Hierophant Green, on the other hand, continues to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

Jotaro and Kakyoin exchange a glance, both of them raising their eyebrows at the sight. They could see the way the two Stands reacted to your touch, the way they calmed and became more affectionate.

It was clear that you had some sort of effect on Stands, a power that they couldn't quite understand.

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“Who’s my favorite strange ghost, in all of Morioh? It’s you, the prettiest kitty cat of them all!”

No you was not possessed and no you’re not crazy.

You have recently figured out that theres a cat like ghost around this cafe and have been coming here for lunch ever since.

Granted the cat is taller then you and have like a 6 pack abs, but it’s act like a cat and have cat ears.

So it’s a cat, clearly.

And who can say no to a giant cat?

Not you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you soooo much.” You said giggling as you felt Killer Queen the soft rumble in his throat as he purr loudly, his ears twitching lightly,

Thank god no one was here to see you.

Killer Queen let out another low, rumbling purr as you gently stroke his ears. His eyes closing in pleasure as you babble your affections to him.

"Mrrrp."

Even if you couldn't see him, he knew you could feel his presence. He leans in closer, his face nearly touching yours as he gazes into your eyes. He silently ask for more love, more affection, more of your undivided attention.

The way you say "I love you" to him over and over in that sweet, gentle voice of yours, almost made him wants to take you away from your life and keep you for himself.

He’s sure Kira won’t mind, he had enough money to keep you happy and he will keep you safe.

Just you and him.

Forever

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You was walking back to college when you heard a scream from above you. You look up and your eyes widened as you saw the flower pot hurtling toward you.

Fuck!

Your body froze and you couldn’t move. The world seem to slow down and all you could do was close your eyes as you waited for impact.

Suddenly you felt a jerking in time, and the next thing you know the World was holding you tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He could feel your body shaking, the way your heart beats rapidly against his chest as you star dumbfounded at the flower pot that’s now shattered against the ground where you was previously standing.

"Muda…"

He whisper lowly as if to comfort you, to assure you that you’re safe in his arm. His grip on you was tight, refusing to let you leave his embrace until you calm down.

“T-thank you…”

I

You managed to say, your body still shaking but calming down slightly. You don’t even want to think about what could have happened if he didn’t move you out of the way in time.

They really are your guardian angel.

He hummed softly in response at your thanks, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

"Muda..."

He wanted to keep you safe, keep you close. He didn't want anything bad happening to you ever again.

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It was late, and you were exhausted. You laid your head down on the table, your mind still buzzing with numbers and letters that no longer made sense. You felt so tired, but sleep eluded you.

"Mmm... let me fucking die, this sucks..." You grumbled. Your eyelids felt heavy, but your mind was still racing with homework and assignments.

Suddenly, the sound of raindrops pattering against the window could be heard. Weather Report float outside your window, his form blurred by the rain. He could sense your exhaustion, how tired you were.

He can help you sleep.

He focused his power, letting the rain become a soothing lullaby. The scent of petrichor soon filled the air and you felt your eyelids growing heavier.

Sleep...

Your eyes flutter close, and soon, you was fast asleep. Weather Report watched over you, before floating into the room and carefully wrap his arm around you. Pulling you against his chest he carried you to your bed and tuck you into your bed.

Good night, little raindrop…

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The marks left by Hierophant Green on your arms and legs has left you with a troubled expression on your face. The clingy Stand had been leaving more and more bruise like mark on you, and they were getting harder to hide.

With a sigh you sat on the bench, trying to come up with a solution to your problem.

Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your arm, pulling you closer. You gasp as you felt a warm, wet tongue licking your skin, slowly licking away at the marks Hierophant Green left.

“W-what?” Your eyes widen in surprise before you try to pull your arm back, but you couldn’t.

Instead you was pulled into someone’s arm, his breath warm as he continues to lick your skin. His eyes focused solely on healing you, his tongue moving methodically across the marks Hierophant Green left behind.

In your bewilderment he pulls you closer, as if trying to get a better angle to lick you. He nuzzles into your neck, his nose pressed against your skin as he breathes in your scent.

His hands move to your other arm, gripping it tightly as he starts to lick those marks too. He seems determined to heal every single one, to erase any trace of another's touch on your skin.

You can feel his muscles tense beneath your skin, his body trembling with restraint as he tries to control his urges.

“W-wait… stop…” you cried out, your skin flushing as you felt him letting go of your arm only to move onto your legs,

Crazy Diamond ignored your protests, gripping your legs firmly and pulling them apart so he could get better access to your body.

You can feel his tongue dragging across your leg, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He seems to be taking his time, savoring every moment as he heals you.

He can't bear the thought of anyone else touching you.

The metal on his face press againstyour inner thigh. His tongue flicks out, licking the sensitive skin there, making you gasp.

“D-don’t lick there…” you wailed out, your body shaking as you felt the hot breath on your clothed pussy, “…let me go…”

Crazy Diamond pauses for a moment, his hot breath still brushing against your inner thighs. He looked up at you, his eyes swirling with confusion.

He doesn’t understand why you’re trying to push him away. Why you want him to stop. He’s just trying to remove the mark on your body.

He dragged his tongue along the edge of your panties. You can feel the fabric dampen, his hands holding you in place as he presses his tongue against your clothed pussy.

He doesn't notice that his grip is starting to bruise your skin, that his possessiveness is bordering on dangerous territory. All he cares about is keeping you safe, keeping you his.

You squirm as the sensation of his tongue sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure through your body. You couldn’t see him, only the sensation of his tongue sliding across your skin and the inability to get away.

He hummed against your skin, using his thumbs to push your panties aside and exposing your glistening folds to the cool air. He wasted no time in pressing his tongue against your sensitive flesh, licking and delving into your wet pussy.

He could feel your hands pushing at his head, trying to push him away, but he didn't stop.

He didn't stop until he felt you cumming, your nectar flooding his mouth. Only then did he pull away, looking up at you with confusion in his eyes.

He didn’t understand why you were crying, all he wanted was to heal you, to remove the mark on you. He reached up to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle as he pulled you against his chest.

“Dura dura…”

He just want you to only have him.

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You stood up and get ready to leave the church, your legs still shaky from what happened merely hours ago.

You was silent as you remembered what the priest said.

It was okay at first, just a few invisible being in your life. Invisible friends that you can talk to, people in your life do you won’t be so lonely in a nee town.

You hadn’t expected them to… to do whatever the fuck just happened.

Maybe it’s safer to be unable to interact with them.

Your eyes suddenly widened when you felt yourself pulled into a closet, a hand on your waist and the familiar feeling of something invisible holding onto you.

He pressed you against the wall, his free hand moving to grip your chin, forcing you to look up so he can see your eyes.

He knew what had happened with Crazy Diamond, he had heard it all. The way he touched you, the way he made you cum. It made him angry, jealous, violent.

How dare some other stand touch what was his.

"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good. Better than any of those other stands could."

He didn't give you a chance to respond, to react at hearing him speak, his hands already working on removing your clothes. He was determined to have you, consequences be damned.

He lean down and capture your lips in a bruising kiss, forcing your mouth open as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

As you choked on his long tongue, his hands moved to your skirt, yanking them down along with your underwear. He kicked your legs apart, his fingers immediately seeking out your pussy.

Without warning, two fingers forced their way into your tight hole causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion. You can feel every ridge and callous on his fingers, the metal on his knuckle scrapping your wall as he stretch you painfully open.

Hearing your pained whimper he finally broke the kiss, his breath hot as he growled into your ears, "Mine," his eyes wild, his voice low and possessive. "All fucking mine."

He didn’t care about your comfort, only his desperate need to claim you as his own. As he finger you harder, the only thing you can hear was the wet squelching that echo in the small closet, mixed with your cries.

"Fuck, your little cunt feels so good wrapped around my fingers. I bet it'll feel even better around my cock." He groaned out, before pulling his fingers out with a wet pop,

He lined himself up at your cunt, the head of his cock nudging against your abused cunt. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, splitting you open on his thick cock.

You scream, your hands scrabbling at his back as he immediately started to move, not giving you time to adjust to his cock.

Each thrust jolted your body, your breast bouncing with the force of his movements. Pain was mixed with pleasure, your body torn between crying and moaning.

"Take it, fucking take it," he snarled against your skin, "This is what happens when you let other stands touch you. This is your punishment."

Your cries of pain and pleasure filled the small space, bouncing off the walls and mixing with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. White Snake didn't care if anyone heard, all he cared about was making sure you never forget you belong to him.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind blanking as he fucks you senseless. You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock.

Tears stream down your face, your lip trembling with the intensity of it all.

You feel like you're going to break.

"Please, please..." you sob, your hands scrabbling weakly at his arms. "Please, it hurts..."

He ignores your pleas, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm and straight into another.

"Look at you, cumming so hard on my cock. You were made for this, made to be fucked and used."

With a final, brutal thrust, White Snake buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in your tender cunt. You could feel his seed painting your insides as it filled up your womb.

But he didn't stop, didn't pull out. He kept fucking you, using your body like a cocksleeve, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your womb.

You were lost, drowning in pleasure, your mind breaking. You could only hold on as he used you to his heart’s content.

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You opened your eyes weakly, your body feeling like it had been through utter hell. Your pussy was raw and aching, the pain radiating through your core.

As you looked around, blinking away the haze of exhaustion, you saw a strange white humanoid with spikes and clouds surrounding it looming over you.

You tried to speak, to ask who he was and where you were, but all that came out was a pained whine as you felt something warm pouring into your already abused cunt.

Glancing down, you saw Hierophant Green's tentacle spreading your swollen pussy apart, allowing Weather Forecast to pour water into your pussy, washing away the remnants of White Snake's cum lodge deep inside you.

Around you, the other stands were gathered, their postures tense and angry. They didn’t speak, but their intentions were clear - they felt anger towards White Snake for touching you first, but that didn't stop them from wanting to claim you themselves.

“W-what? Who are you guys—“ your question was stopped short and a muffled wail escaped you,

The World loomed over you, his muscular form casting a shadow across your face. His hand pressed against your stomach, causing a gush of water and cum to pour out of your pussy. His presence was oppressive, the air around him heavy and suffocating.

Killer Queen stepped forward, his imposing figure moving with a predatory grace. He leaned down, sniffing at your neck, inhaling your scent. His large hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

Star Platinum moved closer on your other side, his presence like a physical weight. He ran a hand down your side, his touch almost gentle compared to the others.

Magician Red watched from the back, his bird-like head tilting as he observed the scene unfold. The bulge in hid pant belying his serious nature.

Weather Forecast continued to pour water into your pussy, the liquid sloshing out around Hierophant Green's tentacle. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, obscenely loud.

After a few more round of that, you can only let out soft cries as you try to curl up. Your legs unable to close as they force it open again, your eyes wet with tears as you look up at them wondering if it was finally over.

But to your dismay Killer Queen grabbed your legs, forcing them further apart as he moved between them. He lined up his cock, rubbing the tip against your sore entrance.

Your body arched as he pushed inside his ribbed cock scrapping against your walls. Hierophant Green’s tentacle thrusting in tandem with his cock, making you feel fuller then you ever thought possible.

Your hands clawed at the sheet in futile, your body shining with sweat as you’re force to take in their cock. You instinctively let out a scream when you felt them flipped you over, Magician Red’s cock pressing against your ass. His cock felt like a burning rod against your tender flesh, and you could swear you saw flame surrounding it in your peripheral vision.

But very soon it was no longer your concern when you’re head was forced up and before you can react Star Platinum was shoving his cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper as you were use from all side. It was painful, but the sensation of having so many of your most sensitive part use so brutally was shattering your mind. You could barely keep track of who’s using where and how long it continued.

One second you were getting fuck on both side by Killer Queen and Magician Red, the next you were getting eaten out until you were a sobbing mess by Weather Forecast.

The most fucked up part about this?

You could sense their thought, their feelings and their desire.

They didn’t want to hurt you.

They just want to claim you until you were filled with nothing but their essence, until you can no longer leave them and can only stay beside them as they take care of you.

It was cruel.

It was violent.

It was their sick twisted for of love.

You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

As you felt another load of cum shot into your womb, your body a mess of cum, bruises, and bite mark, it was finally over.

You let out a weak tremble as they pulled out of you. You couldn’t tell who picked you up and hold you against their chest. Their hand now gentle as they cleaned up your abused body, as though they weren’t the one who just gangbang you for god know how long.

Your eyes felt too heavy to open, you let out a soft little sigh when you was carefully placed onto your bed and they soon all crowded around you trying to get as close to you as possible before quieting down.

As you drifted off into a deep sleep you heard them whispering to you.

Their voice filled with love, obsession, and desperation.

Please love us

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Stand Name: Kiss or Kill

Stand Appearance: None

Ability: Obsessive Attraction

Kiss or Kill is a psychological Stand ability that deeply affects the minds of other Stand around the user. When activated, it causes any Stand who perceives the user to experience intense, uncontrollable attraction toward them. This infatuation starts off harmless, with the affected individuals simply drawn to the user, but it rapidly escalates into a form of dangerous obsession.

Those under Kiss or Kill’s influence become fiercely possessive, even violently protective, willing to do anything to keep the user safe or close to them. As the obsession grows, affected individuals may turn against friends or allies, viewing them as rivals. In the most extreme cases, they will hurt the user in order to keep them safe with them.

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There it was again.

Its been a month since you moved into this mansion and weird things has been happening ever since.

At first you thought it was just your imagination, or the building itself. It was a old mansion after all, you heard it was almost completely burned down in the past before, so it was only natural if things are a bit rickety.

But you couldn’t stay optimistic for long.

Your things started going missing, before appearing in places you definitely did not put them in and then there was the sound of a man whispering something you can’t hear.

And it’s only been getting worst.

You can feel the ominous presence of someone in this mansion. Their gaze seem to always be on you, watching your every move with hunger’s that you can’t ignore.

Neat message were scrawled onto parchment paper and gift were left behind on your table (at least you can only assume it’s a gift) with no sign of who left them.

And it’s starting to freak you out.

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He watch silently from the corner of the room as you enter, your eyes scanning the space nervously. He can sense your discomfort, the way your body tenses at every creak and groan of the old mansion. It's almost cute, how easily you're spooked.

He drifts closer, and the air around you seems to chill slightly as he draws near, an unnatural coldness that prickles your skin. You shiver involuntarily, and he could practically feel the fear radiating off of you, and it made his heart race.

Oh, how he love making you squirm.

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Just as you was about to head out, you let out a surprise gasp when you felt the unmistakable feeling of someone grabbing onto your wrist.

You quickly spin around, trying to see who or what just grabbed you.

But there was nothing there, just empty air and the oppressive silence of the mansion.

Yet, the unmistakable sensation of icy fingers wrapped around your wrist remained, a phantom touch that sent shivers down your spine.

And as you watch, a bloom of dark purple began to spread across your skin, the sickening imprint of his ghostly hand taking shape.

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He stared at the bruise forming on your delicate wrist, surprise flickering across his features before turning to excitement. His ghostly fingers drifted closer, caressing your skin and reveling in the sensation even if his hand can no longer make contact.

He was getting stronger by the days, and soon he will be able to do more, much more then just touch you for a brief moment.

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You opened the door when you heard the knocking, a sigh of relief escaping your lip when you saw Pucci outside, a gentle smile on his face.

“Father Pucci, right?” You ask just to make sure, you will feel awful if you dragged some innocent person into your mess,

You haven’t been able to get a good night sleep for days. Your dream were more often then not filled with the ghost that seems to haunt you.

Filled with his touch, his voice, and the lewd promises he will make to you as he bend you to his will.

You will wake up with bruise and hickey all over your body and no memory of how it got there.

Granted you didn’t need your memory to figure out what happened.

The dream was telling enough.

Just as you were considering maybe you shouldn’t have taken the offer of a free abandon and now very haunted mansion, you have found a bible left in your mailbox, with a phone number to a priest.

Priest can perform exorcism right?

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The sight of you was almost enough to make him forget his own name. You looked tired, dark circles under your eyes no doubt from the lack of sleep, and your body tense. But none of that matter to him when you looked at him with those beautiful eyes.

A soft sigh escaped his lip as he tried to stay professional and fight off the sinful thoughts you always aroused within him.

“Yes that would be me.” He glance down at you, pretending to not notice a single one of the bruise and hickey on your skin, “How may I help you, my sweet child?”

You were so innocent. So clueless to his presence, and it take all his self-control to not pin you against the wall and make you his.

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He watch silently as you wave goodbye, your body swaying slightly as you turned to grab your keys and open the door. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of your body, the scent of your perfume filling his nose and making his head spin.

He had been trying so hard to gain your trust, pretending to be a priest and performing an exorcism to rid the mansion of the supposed ghost. But seeing you with someone else was almost enough to break his facade and show you who he truly was.

He knew it wasn't really your fault, you were clueless to the effect you had on him. So how could he expect you to not have friends or speak to others.

But that doesn't mean he won’t teach you a lesson.

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He watch as you stretched out lazily, your body sinking into the soft mattress.

Oh, how he wished he could join you, to wrap you in his arm and feel your body pressed against his.

Ever since he conducted the so called exocircism he had make sure to tone down his haunting and let you had some good night sleep.

But he was done giving you your freedom.

He felt a surge of anger coursing through him as he remember the man he saw earlier, the way you spoke and laughed together. It was clear you were close, and the thought made his blood boil.

It’s time for him to show you what happened when you dare talk to other people.

He lean over you, his ghostly hands keeping you pinned down as you struggled helplessly beneath him. He could feel your body trembling, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps as you realized that you couldn’t wake up from your dream.

“Don’t you understand? You don’t need anyone but me, my sweet child…”

When you heard his voice you wanted to ask him who he was and why he seem so fixated on you.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t open your eyes, could barely move as you laid helplessly under him.

He reveled in the way your muscles tensed and relaxed under his touch. He knew you could feel everything, even if your body wouldn't obey your commands.

He watched as tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes. Smiling, he lean down, his lips brushing against your ears as he whisper into your ears, "Shh... don't be afraid, my dear child," his voice was low and soothing even as his grip remained firm.

His hands roamed over your body, ghostly fingers slipping beneath your clothes to caress your soft, supple skin. He could feel every inch of you, could map out the dips and curves of your figure with his touch.

He pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving behind marks that would no doubt bruise in the morning.

As you whine at his kiss, he strip you down until you were bare beneath him. His hands moved with a practiced ease, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your navel, before sliding up to cup the soft mounds of your breasts.

He knew every inch of your body by heart, had memorized the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast, the dip of your waist. And now he could finally claim what was rightfully his.

"Be a good girl,"

He could feel your heart racing beneath his touch, could hear the hitch in your breath as he gently squeezed and kneaded the your breast.

He knows that every touch, every caress is unwanted, yet you are powerless to stop him. He can feel your terror, your helplessness, and it only serves to fuel his desire.

He know he should feel guilty, knew that what he's doing is wrong. But he can't help himself. He's been watching you for so long, had grown to crave your touch, your attention.

He needed to remind you who you belong to.

One of his hand moved down to press against your thighs, forcing them apart as he ran his fingers along your slit, teasing the sensitive folds before pushing two fingers inside you without warning, before he started fingering you roughly.

You could soon feel the pressure building inside you, your body responding to his touch against your will. But just as you were going to cum he pulled out his fingers.

As you let out a pitiful whimper, he positioned his cock in between your legs. With a single thrust, he forcefully entered you, stretching your tight walls around his cock. You let out a choked sob, your body jerking as he fills you completely.

He start to move, setting a brutal pace as he pounded into you relentlessly. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with your whimpers and his grunts of pleasure. He could feel every inch of you, could feel your body yielding to his touch.

He watch as you writhed beneath him, your body arching off the bed as he pounded into you mercilessly. He could feel your pain, could sense the way your body struggled to accommodate him.

His cock had felt like a block of ice inside your warm, wet pussy. The contrast between the coldness of his ghostly form and the heat of your body was almost painful, sending shivers down your spine with each brutal thrust.

You could feel every vein, every ridge of his shaft as it pushed deeper inside you, stretching you wider than you've ever been before. It felt like he was tearing you apart, like your body was being ruined on his cock.

With every stroke, he hit that spot deep inside you, the one that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Your walls clenched around him, trying to push him out, but he just pressed deeper, his hips snapping against yours. You felt like your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Your body jerked with every thrust, your hips moving instinctively to meet his as he pounded into you over and over again. You could feel your nectar soaking the sheets beneath you, the room filled with nothing but the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin.

He fucked you for hours, his stamina never wavering, your pussy was raw and aching from his abuse. Your body sticky with sweat and your nectar, you look absolutely ruined by him.

When he finally reached his climax, his seed poured into you like a gush of icy water. It felt like he was filling you with liquid ice, his cum so cold it burned as it spread through your womb.

You could feel it pooling inside you, could feel it starting to leak out around his cock as he finally pulled out of you. But it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you again and you soon lost consciousness as you drift into a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up the next morning with a groan, you could feel the ache in every bone, every muscle of your body. It was like you had been hit by a truck, run over again and again until there was nothing left but pain.

As you slowly blinked open your eyes, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your pajamas were intact, but your skin was marred with bruises and bite marks. It was a gruesome sight, like a canvas painted in shades of purple and red.

You let out a choked sob when you felt the pain coming from your pussy, you slowly spread your legs with a wince and your eyes widened in shock when you saw the dark liquid seeping out of your abused cunt.

It wasn’t a dream

Shivering you quickly picked up your phone and dialed a number,

“…F-Father Pucci?”

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He thought that when he died he will go to heaven.

Or hell as so many people have believed he sinned.

What he hadn’t expected was to be trapped in where ever this is.

He look around the mansion once more, his hand phasing through the wall effortlessly, like it had done so many time since he had open his eyes again.

As far as he was concern, it looks like he had become some sort of trapped spirit, only being able to travel as far as the garden before being force back into the mansion.

What a disgrace.

To think that a man of god like him had become nothing but a trapped spirit in a abandoned mansion.

To be denied even the passage of afterlife.

Oh how far has he fallen.

His head jerk up when he heard the sound of doors being unlock. His eyes widening as light flooded the abandoned building, and someone walk through the door.

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Suddenly all he can hear was the sound of his beating heart as his body filled with a indescribable need.

You are his savior.

“Thank you, Bucciarati. We will sort out everything as soon as possible, before then they will be under your protection.”

He had nodded his head when Giorno explained the situation to him.

It was a simple job.

Be your bodyguard and protect you at all cost until Giorno sort out some business with your father.

Usually this sort of job wouldn’t fall onto him. Ever since he became the new underboss of Passione he’s usually helping Giorno with some other mission or attending meetings.

But this was different.

Your father was insistent on your safety being guaranteed and he was the best person for the job.

Or the only person for the job, since your father said that the other members of the team were either too immature, hotheaded, serious, or as he said (very aggressively, Bucciarati sigh as he remembered the look on your father’s face.)

“I will rather die then let that womanizer near my fucking child.”

Your father’s protectiveness over you, had left the only person he semi trust to take care of you in his wake, Bucciarati.

He sigh again before tidying up his suit and knocking on your door.

He was ready to face whatever challenge he may face in the next few weeks as he protect you.

What he hadn’t expected was the sound of his heart racing as the door open, and he finally saw you in all your glory.

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You poke your head out of the door shyly as you heard the knock. Your eyes squinting slightly as you look up at him, unused to the bright sunlight, having stayed inside for most of your life.

“A-Are you Mr.Bucciarati?” You ask quietly before letting out several uncontrollable cough, causing Bucciarati’s eyes to furrowed in concern,

You were the opposite of anything he expected.

It was no secret that you were sickly, your father had made that abundantly clear. It was one of the reason why people rarely ever sees you in public and why your father was so protective of you.

But he had still expected someone who… acted more like the child of a Mafia Don. Someone who was perhaps a little spoiled under your father’s coddling.

He hadn’t expected you to be so shy and so… beautiful.

Beautiful and fragile, like you were made of glass and will break with a wrong move.

He mentally chastise himself for his thought before replying gently, his Italian accent softening his words, “Yes, i'm here to be your bodyguard for the moment until your father return."

His concern for you rise again as you breaks into coughs again. Without thinking, he steps closer and rub your back softly trying to soothe you.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)? Do you want to go inside?" he suggests giving you an encouraging smile, wanting to put you at ease in his presence. "I want to make sure you're taken care of.”

“I’m alright, Mr.Buccirati. I’m use to it already, thank you for your concern.” You answered meekly at his concerns, before opening the door wider so he can come in, “You don’t need to do anything, Mr.Bucciarati. I can take care of myself.”

"I'm sure you can, but it's my job to protect you. And that includes taking care if you during the time being," he replied firmly but kindly, closing the door behind him. His eyes briefly scanned the interior of your home, checking for any potential threats or areas of concern.

“Father’s too protective of me, I’m already a adult…” you said with a little huff, but there was a soft smile on your face,

You appreciated your father’s love for you even if he can be a little coddling, knowing that he only want the best for you.

He chuckle lightly as you huffed about your father's overprotective tendencies, his expression softening with understanding.

"Yes, I can imagine, he seems very protective of you."

His tone was teasing, but he couldn’t help but agreed with your father. While you might be technically an adult now, you still look…

Well, too delicate to be the heir of a mafia

He thought silently as he turned his attention back to you. He hesitated for a moment, before reaching out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, "And please, call me Bucciaratu. Mr.Bucciarati is too formal for my liking."

“…Bucciarati…”

"That's better,"

The corners of his mouth curve into a warm smile at the sound of your soft voice calling his name, it was a simple word yet somehow it sounded beautiful coming from you.

You look to the side as you see his smile, your face flushed in embarrassment as you quickly lead him to his room, “I will show you the place you will be staying at, Bucciarati…”

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You’re a delicate flower that bloom in the darkest corner of Italy.

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“You shouldn’t sleep here…” Bucciarati said softly as he spot your curled up form on the couch,

You look up at the sound of his voice, letting out a incoherent mumble before falling back onto the couch already asleep again.

With a sigh and a soft smile that he didn’t notice on his face, he gently carried you into his arm before heading towards your room.

“Let’s get you back to bed…”

As you buried yourself into his chest, you let out another mumble, not noticing the slight shiver that went up Bucciarati’s body as he felt your breathe against his bare chest.

Or the way his heart pound against his chest as he hold you close to him.

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It all happened so fast.

You were attacked on your way back home, after being cooped up in your house for weeks.

Of course you tried protesting at first, but you had eventually relented under his firm gaze.

“Don’t move, Bucciarati…”

You quickly wrap his arm up with practice ease, your hand shaking as you finally finish tying the knot, “…I’m sorry…”

Bucciarati eyes narrowed ever so gently as he watch you bit your lip nervously, not understanding why you will be apologizing for something out of your control.

Beside the wound itself isn't too serious, barely something that he will care about if he was by himself.

"Don't apologize, this isn't your fault," he said firmly as he reaches out to give you a light pat on your head, wanting to comfort you, "Beside, i've had worse.”

But it was no use. Seeing the guilt that still linger on your face, he opened his mouth, wanting to say more. To reassure you, to comfort you, to wipe away the hint of tears in your eyes.

But suddenly his body froze, letting out a loud groan. His body starting to shake as he felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him, his hand desperately clawing at his suit.

“Bucciarati! What’s wrong?” Your voice filled with worry as you hold onto him, his body felt unnaturally warm under your hand, “Are you okay?”

Sweat start to form on Bucciarati’s face as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Something was terribly wrong.

He tried to move away from you, to distance himself before he hurts you. Before he do something that he will regret.

"Stay back... there’s something wrong with me..." he warn weakly, his eyes glazed over with lust as another wave of heat wash over him,

With that, he collapse against you. His arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"(Y/N)... I..." he breathes out helplessly, wanting to do so much more to you,

To be closer to you, to be inside you, but he couldn’t.

He shouldn’t.

But god does he want to...

“What’s wrong?” You asked again, your eyes wide at his uncharacteristic behavior, hesitating before wrapping your arm around him, “I-is there anything I can do?”

He grits his teeth at your word, trying desperately to regain control over himself and his actions. His hands were trembling as he gripped your waist. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum.

He wanted nothing more than to pull you closer, to press his lips against your soft skin, to feel every inch of your body against his...

"T-the enemies stand must have done something..." he manage to groan out, his voice strained, “…you need to stay away from me…”

The sudden wave of lust that coursed through him was overwhelming, and so wrong on so many levels.

He was supposed to protect you, not... not this.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he forced himself to release you.

"I... I need to leave," his voice hoarse with barely restrained desire. "I... I can't..."

As he continues rambling, trying to control himself and his flushed face, it felt like a lightbulb went off in your head as you realized what’s wrong.

You should let him leave.

But almost as though you was being bewitched, you grabbed onto his sleeve before whispering softly, “I can help you, Bucciarati…”

He froze at your words, staring down at you with a mixture of shock and desperation.

You couldn't possibly mean that, could you?

You were so innocent, so pure, and he was... he was a filthy dog, driven mad with lust.

He should leave, should put as much distance between you as possible. But the way you're looking at him, the way your fingers are curled around his sleeve... it's so tempting.

"(Y/N), you don't know what you're saying."

But even as those words leave his mouth, he can feel his resolve crumbling. He couldn't seem to make himself move, couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from your beautiful face. His hands come up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing gently over your fave as he leans in close.

"Please... tell me to stop..." he whispers, his lips mere inches from yours, "Tell me to leave before I do something we both regret."

You didn’t answer.

Your eyes flutter nervously as you lean in, pressing your lip against his, and for a moment, he stood there frozen. You were kissing him, and it was making his head spin.

He knew he should pull away, should put an end to this before it went any further. But the feeling of your soft lips against his, the slight tremble in your hands as they gripped his shirt... he couldn't bring himself to push you away.

Instead, he found himself deepening the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair as he pulled you closer. He could taste the faint hint of sweetness on your tongue, could feel the heat of your body seeping into his own.

It was pure insanity, the way you were affecting him. He wanted more, needed more. His hands began to roam over your body, slipping under your shirt to caress the soft skin beneath. He could feel your heart racing against his chest, could hear the slight hitch in your breath as his fingers trailed lower.

"Mi cara..." he rasps out between kisses, his voice low and husky with desire. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..."

“What do I do to you, Bucciarati?” You asked, you voice hoarse and you lip swollen from the kiss.

He stared at you the desperation in his eyes practically consuming him. You were driving him mad, and he couldn't seem to find the willpower to resist you.

"You make me want things I shouldn't want," he grits out, his hands fisting in your hair as he pulls you closer. "You make me forget who I am."

He could feel the heat building in his loin, could feel his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to remain in control. His hips pressed forward instinctively, seeking friction against the soft curves of your body.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you,"

But instead he wants to explore every inch of you, to learn every curve and dip until he knows your body better than his own.

"Please, mi cara. Tell me what you want."

“I want you Bucciarati.”

Those three words sent him crumbling.

You want him.

You, with your sweet smile and innocent eyes, wants him - a mafioso who didn’t deserve you. You deserved so much more than this, so muchmore than him.

But the way you were looking at him, the way your body was pressed flush against his... it was enough to shatter what little control he had left. He could feel the last of his restraint snapping, replaced by a burning need that consumed him utterly.

"You don't know what you're asking for," but even as he said that, his hands roam your body with urgency, his cock straining against the confines of his pants.

He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you towards the nearest surface — a table, a countertop, anything that would allow him to lay you down and fuck you stupid.

You barely had a moment to breathe as you was placed onto the table, before he was on you again.

“S-slow down, Bucciarati…” you cried out softly, your neck arching up as he bit down.

Your clothing was already strewn across the living room, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from your form sprawled out beneath him. You look so small, so fragile, like a delicate little doll just waiting to be played with. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, his cock twitching eagerly in his pants.

Without warning his stand activated, Sticky Finger appearing behind you his hand hovering over your body, waiting for his command. You look up at him your eyes wide, innocent and full of trust that he didn’t deserve, so unaware of what was about to happen to you.

It was so fucking wrong.

You didn’t deserve what he wanted to do to you.

But he couldn’t help it.

“Please forgive me, mi cara…” was the only warning he gave before Sticky Finger swipe against your body,

You let out a surprise gasp as you felt your limb being disconnected from you.

“B-Bucciarati what’s happening…”

It wasn’t unpleasant to say the least, just strange and unexpected. But the feeling of helplessness, of not being able to move was terrifying.

Bucciarati didn't answer your question immediately. He couldn't. Not when you were looking at him with those big, confused eyes, tears glistening on your lashes. The sight of you lying there, your limbs scattered around you like broken doll parts, painfully erotic to him.

"Shh, it's okay mi cara," he murmured, reaching out to brush away the tears that had begun to fall. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."

But he knew they were a lie. He was already hurting you, he wanted nothing more than to use you like a toy, to pose your limbless body however he pleased and fuck you until you scream his name.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he ask before he slipped two fingers into your tight pussy,

You cried out beneath him, your body jerking slightly at the sudden intrusion, But despite your pain you tried to stay still, not that you could move in your state.

“I-I will be good… I will be good for you, Bucciarati…” you said trying not to sob as your pussy was spread open on his fingers,

God, you were so perfect, so trusting even as he violated you in the most intimate way possible.

He hated himself for doing this to you, for taking advantage of your trusting nature. But he couldn't seem to stop himself as the lust course through him, couldn't resist the temptation you presented.

He tried to be gentle as he thrust his fingers deeper, but his cock throbbed almost painfully. His mind filled with imagine of all the deprave things he could do to your helpless body.

He could feel your walls fluttering around his digits, could hear the breathy little moans that spilled from your lips as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, mi cara," his free hand coming up to tweak one of your nipples roughly. "Be a good little doll for me."

You let out a loud wail as you was brought to the edge, your pussy clenching around his finger as he rammed into your g-spot.

He watched you come apart beneath him, hecould see the way your body shuddered and twitched as the orgasm tore through you. Only when you became a writhing, sobbing mess did he withdraw his fingers.

The sound of your crying made him want to keep you like this forever - helpless and dependent on him for everything. His little treasure, his perfect doll that he could play with whenever he wanted.

“W-wait… Bucciarati slow down… please…” you whimper as you felt him grabbing your waist, picking you up and aiming his cock at your pussy,

He could feel your fear, could hear it in the tremble of your voice as you beg him to slow down.

Part of him wanted to give in to your pleas, to be gentle and make sure you were ready for him. But a dark part of him wanted to abuse you, to use you like nothing but a toy.

"Shh, it will only hurt for a moment mi cara,"

And then he's pushing inside, stretching you open around his thick cock. You scream beneath him, your body trying to reject the intrusion. But there's nowhere for you to go, no way for you to escape.

He starts to move, setting a brutal pace that has you crying out with every thrust. Your pussy is so tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He can feel every flutter, every desperate clench of your walls as he pounds into you mercilessly.

Your cries turn to choked sobs as he pounded into you harder and harder, each brutal thrust tearing through your tight little cunt. You could feel every inch of his cock as it stretched you open, could feel the way it was reshaping your insides to fit him perfectly.

It hurt, god it hurt so bad. But there was something else too, something so satisfying in being use in this way that it makes your eyes roll back in your head. He was ruining you, destroying you with every snap of his hips. Breaking you down until all that was left was a mindless, needy thing that craved his cock.

“C-can’t… can’t take this anymore… gonna cum.. Bucciarati i’m gonna cum again!”

He could tell you were close again, could feel your pussy clenching down around him as he pounded into you mercilessly. The sight of your body jerking and twitching as another orgasm ripped through you, was almost enough to make him lose control and spill his cum inside you already.

"That's it, mi cara," he growled out, his hips snapping forward faster and harder with every word spoken. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good little doll."

He could feel his own release approaching, could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his loin. He wanted to fill you up, to paint your insides white with his seed until it leaked out of you for days.

With a feral snarl he reached down, fingers finding your clit and rubbing it harshly. Your scream echoed through the room as you came again, the orgasm bordering on painful.

As you try to come down from your high, Bucciarati’s mind finally cleared up. His face was filled with guilt and horrir as he saw the state you were in.

“I’m sorry, mi cara… I shouldn’t have lost control.” Bucciarati apologized as he quickly zipped up your limbs, holding you tightly in his arm as he try to figure out a way to make up his actions,

“It’s okay…” you said softly as you buried your face in his neck, “I asked for this, it’s okay. It’s not your fault…”

You guys stayed like that for a few moments. Basking in the afterglow and the consequences of what just happened.

Bucciarati only started moving again when he felt your eyes close, clearly tired from everything that you went through.

Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he start carrying you to your room.

He will deal with the consequences if his actions.

Because after all.

Everyone have heard the rumor…

A powerful overlord who can grant ones wish in exchange for their soul and entertainment…

Zestial watched in silence, a dangerous smile on his lip as he thought back to the other overlords who have already sold their soul to you.

And how broken and shattered they become when their soul was returned.

The pain and agony they felt as they realize that they no longer entertain you, that they no longer deserve to be your toy.

When they realize that true desperation is when they can no longer feel your imprint on their soul.

As he heard the tell tale sound of butterflies, Zestial knows what he want…

As insane as it sound, he want to be own by you.

To become the most important soul you own.

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You hummed as you walked out of the shadow, stopping in front of him and doing a curtsy before greeting him.

“Hello, Zestial right? I’m here to make a deal with you for your soul.”

Zestial green eyes flick to you, his smile raising by a fraction, not at all surprise by your request. before he lean in closer to you. His tall, imposing figure loom over you, his black cloak billowing slightly in the choleric air of the Pride Ring.

"A deal, a pact, a contract. It is all a matter of give and take, is it not? So tell me, what dost thou offer in exchange for my soul?"

The lime green spider on his cloak seemed to dance and twitch with anticipation almost as if alive, the glimmer in his eyes matching with Zestial’s as he spoke.

Unfazed, although uncomfortable with how close he was to you, you take a few step back before answering, “What will you like in exchange for your soul? I can give you anything I can give.”

His smile grew as he watch you back away, a low chuckle escaping his throat. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you once more, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

"Thou art a curious one, are thou not? To offer such a tantalizing proposition without first knowing the desires of the one thou seek to bargain with.”

His gloved hand reaches out, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

“I crave not wealth, for I have already possessed much. Neither doth the power of the underworld intrigue me. No, what I do seek is something rarer than gold or gems. It is something intangible, yet just as precious."

The overlord's head tilts to the side, his gaze roaming over your form as if inspecting you, to memorize every curve of your body. "I offer thee my soul, my power, and my allegiance for as long as thou wants, if in return, thou wilt grant me one year of servitude. One year of unadulterated attention and affection from thee alone. Day and night, under thy tender care."

He extend his hand towards you, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. "Will thou accept my offer?" His eyes stared unblinkingly at you as he waited for your answer, his body trembling slightly in excitement,

“I accept your proposal.” You said almost immediately, shaking his hand without hesitation,

A year of your endless and boring existence, for a soul who will bring you entertainment. It was a deal you had no reason to decline.

With a snap of your finger, a beautiful clear crystal float out of your chest and stopped in front of him. Silently asking for Zestial to sign the deal.

Zestial reach out and gently took the crystal heart from your hand, cradling it in his large palms, studying the intricate etchings and runes etched elegantly along its surface.

"Thou art truly a generous one, to accept my offer so readily," he purred, his voice low and smooth as silk. "But know this, sweet one, I am a possessive creature, and thou art now bound to me."

He close his fingers around the crystal, feeling its warmth seeping into his skin as he began to forge the deal.

"I, Zestial, hereby pledge my soul, my power, and my allegiance to thee. In exchange, I demand thy servitude, thy care, and thy affection for one year. My signature is my binding word, sealed with my very essence."

As if on cue, a swirl of dark energy emerged from Zestial's chest, coiling around the crystal before sinking deep into its core.

Zestial let out a groan, the weight of his soul leave his body was both terrifying and exhilarating. After a few moment he calm down, his four eyes glowing and his breathing slightly ragged. In a instant as if unable to control himself, the overlord brought the crystal close to his lips, kissing it gently as if in a trance.

“D-don’t do that.” You pant out almost immediately, practically snatching the crystal back and placing it back your chest. Your skin flushing lightly as the sensation of his lip seems to be imprinted on your own soul,

Zestial doesn’t feel the least bit apologetic at his actions, finding your flustered state utterly charming.

"Apologies. Dost thou find my words unsettling, sweet one?" he asks, his eyes blinking almost playfully, "I assure thee, I merely meant to express my gratitude. For my soul is thine, and I, in turn, claim thee as mine. Mine to cherish, mine to protect, and mine to...possess."

His hand reach out, cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brush over your lower lip, applying just the barest hint of pressure.

"But if thou art so easily undone by a mere glance or caress, then I fear what thou art in for during our year together."

His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, pulling you flush against his tall frame. The heat of his body seeped into you as gaze at your lips, then back up to meet your own. "Shall we seal our pact with a kiss, my dear? To mark the beginning of our arrangement?"

It was a absolutely scandalous request, especially for a gentleman like him. But he couldn’t resist. He want to know what your lip feels like under his.

Were they as soft as they look?

You look up at him, a rare moment of confusion in your eyes.

It was a odd request.

Or at the very least no one had dare ask that of you before.

But you nodded, after a moment of hesitation. You did agree to be his for a year, and you honor your deals.

You waited for hum to lean down to your height, before placing a chaste kiss on his lip, it was supposed to be quick and easy. But as you pull away, you felt him place his hand on the back of your head.

Zestial's eyes fluttered shut as he deepen the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a slow grace. He tasted of tea and something distinctly otherworldly, a flavor unique to the demons that inhabited the depths of Hell.

After a long moment, he reluctantly pulled away, leaving you breathless and flushed. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of you still lingering on his tongue, a grin spreading across his face.

"My, my... Thou art a delightful surprise," he purred, his voice husky with desire. "I cannot wait to unravel the many secrets thou holdest."

With a flourish, Zestial swept you up into his arms, cradling you against his broad chest. "Come, let us retire to my abode. I would hate for any to interrupt our little... celebration."

He carried you through a portal he summoned and you soon arrived in his bedroom. You let out a muffled groan when he dropped you onto his bed. His lip curling as he watched you bounce slightly on the plush bed, your form sinking into the silk sheets.

His knee press into the mattress as he lean down, caging you beneath his tall frame. His hands came to rest on either side of your head, his face mere inches from your own.

"Thou art as delicate as a flower, yet with a strength that belies thy fragile appearance,"

His eyes grew dark as he stare at your delicate neck. He lean down almost hungrily, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses in their wake as he tore at your shirt.

“Zestial…” your voice tremble as you pant out his name, instinctively arching your neck wanting to get away from his kisses.

Zestial smile against your skin as he heard the breathy moan escape your lips. He can feel your pulse racing beneath his lips, a delicious flutter that only stoke the flames of his desire. His hand trailed down your body, fingers splaying across your stomach, teasing the waistband of your pants.

"Shh, my sweet. There is no need to be afraid," he purred, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Just relax and let me take care of thee."

Without warning, a silken thread of webbing materializing between his fingers. In one swift motion, he wrap it around your wrists, binding them together above your head.

He lean back, leaving you bare before him. Your skin marred with scratches and love bite as he admire his handiwork with a grin. "There now, is that not better? Thou art positively radiant, all tied up and helpless like this."

You struggle unhappily as you were tied to the headboard. The thread was thin, but strong, holding firm against your movement and digging into your wrist.

“I don’t like being tied up…” you complain softly, trying not to tremble as you felt his sharp claw on your thigh,

Zestial's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as he watched you squirm beneath him, your protests only serving to fuel his desire.

"Oh? But thou art so beautiful like this, my sweet," he purred, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "Bound and helpless, at the mercy of my whims."

He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "And as for liking it... Well, that remains to be seen, doth it not?"

His eyes rake over your form, drinking in every dip and curve. His hand gripping onto you, fingers digging into your thigh as he muse to himself. "I wonder... Shall I devour thee whole, or savor thee bite by bite?"

You open your mouth to say something, but he didn’t give you time. The next thing you know, his face was between your legs as you arched your back. Pressing your pussy into his mouth as you cried out, your leg wrapping tightly around his head as his tongue delved into your wet cunt.

"Mmm... Thou taste divine," he groan against your pussy as you grind into him, "I could feast upon thee for hours, days even."

Without further word, he buried his face back in between your legs. He could taste your arousal on his tongue, a intoxicating flavor that only spur him on. His tongue swirl around your sensitive bud, flicking and teasing until you were writhing beneath him.

His hands grip your hip tighter, holding you in place as he feasted on your cunt. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your moans and whimpers music to his ears. His actions were fueled by pure hunger, an insatiable need to taste and claim every part of you.

He want to hear you fall apart, want to feel you clench and spasm against his mouth as he drove you to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes lock onto yours, watching you with a predatory intensity as he continued his relentless assault on your cunt.

“D-don’t— too much!” You cried out, your body filled with unfamiliar sensations,

It was ironic.

As a demon who gain power through emotions, this was something you have never felt and least of all familiar with. You felt like your body was melting and all you can feel was his tongue in your pussy.

He could feel your control slipping, your defenses crumbling with each flick of his tongue and press of his lips, your body arching and writhing beneath him. Could sense your confusion and pleasure, and it only excite him further.

"Shh, my sweet," he purr, his voice a low, soothing rumble against your core. "Just let go. Let me take care of thee."

He felt your body tense, coiling like a spring ready to snap as your moans grow louder and desperate. He could feel your climax building, your walls fluttering around his tongue as he push you towards the brink.

With a final, hard suck, he sent you hurtling over the edge. Your body convulse, your thighs clamping around his head as you cried out in ecstasy. He lap and lick, prolonging your orgasm until you were a boneless heap on the bed.

As you pant on the bed, your skin glistening with sweat, he sat up licking his lip. "Mmm... Thou art exquisite when thou art undone. I look forward to doing that again... and again."

You let out a broken sob at his word, your leg still shaking as you try to come down from the high. You felt like your body was no longer yours, and the night haven’t even started.

After all this was just the beginning, and he was going to ravage you to the fullest.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, another strand of webbing shot out, binding your ankle to the footboard. He could feel the power thrumming through his veins, fed by your emotions and excitement. It was intoxicating, addictive even. You were now fully at his mercy, spread out and vulnerable before him like a feast waiting to be devoured.

"I could get used to this view," he said as he pull back, his eyes hungry as he stare at your bound form. "Thou art a work of art, my sweet. And I intend to worship every inch of thee."

His hand trails down your body, fingers ghosting over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, anticipation and fear mingling together in your veins.

You grit your teeth as you felt his cock head nudging at your entrance, the taper head forceful and insistent. You wanted to close your legs, the sheer size of it making you wonder if it will even fit, but the web left you unable to move. So you can only watch as Zestial sank deep inside you, your scream swallow by him as he kiss you.

He groan into the kiss as he felt your tight heat envelop him, your walls clenching around his cock. He could feel your body tense beneath him, your screams muffled against his lips as he sank deeper and deeper into your welcoming warmth.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds, watching you with a predatory intensity as he began to move. He started slow, giving you time to adjust to his cock, he could feel your body softening, yielding to him as he filled you again and again.

"Thou feel divine, my sweet," he groan, his pace becoming more erratic, more desperate. "So tight and perfect, like thou were made for me."

As he started to pick up the pace he could feel your body responding to his thrusts, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

“S-stop…” you managed to beg out, before you felt yourself cumming again,

Not even getting a chance to catch your breath before he was pounding into you again. It was only till you started losing count, did you felt his thrusting getting erratic as he get ready to fill you with his cum.

With a wail, your body tremble and shake as you felt Zestial crammed his cock into your womb, spilling his cum into you with a grunt as he tightened the web on your limbs.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, you just felt so so full. You couldn’t think or make a sound, your brain practically fried with unfamiliar sensations and pleasure.

Your face was wet with tears and your hair messy as it cling to your body. You couldn’t remember the last time you were so weak and vulnerable.

Not that you can remember much by this point.

After a few minutes, you let out a soft whine as you felt his cock still buried deep inside you. You look up at him your voice hoarse and broken as you ask,

“Are you not pulling out?”

Zestial laugh as he felt your body go limp beneath him, the sight of your overstimulated form feeding him just as much as the physical pleasure you brought him.

"Pull out, my sweet?" he repeated, his voice a low, husky rumble. "Whatever gave thee that idea? I have no intention of finishing our little... encounter so quickly."

To emphasize his point, he gave you another particularly hard thrust. You wailed and he could feel your walls fluttering around him again, your body still sensitized from your earlier climaxes.

"If anything, I intend to fill thee even further. To see thee swollen with my seed, my mark etched upon thy very flesh."

His hand slid down your body, coming to rest on your lower belly. "Wouldst thou like that, my sweet? To be bred and claimed, marked as mine for all to see?"

As he said that he ground his hips against yours again, and you felt something hard and ridged prodding at your entrance. With a sadistic smile, Zestial pushed forward, and you felt a strange, bulbous shape sliding into your womb.

Seeing the shock and confusion on your face, he stroke your belly softly, “Don't worry, my dear. These eggs are but a mere token of my affection for thee." his touch gentle compared to the brutal and lewd action he’s forcing upon you.

One by one, your womb was filled with his eggs. After a eternity, the last of them enter your womb and with a hint of disappointment Zestial pull out of you.

A whimper fell from your lip as he cut you free from his web, your body landing on the soft bed again as you immediately curl up. You can feel the eggs floating in the copious amount of cum inside your womb, pushing against each other and grinding against your sensitive wall. It was a absurd feeling, like you’re actually filled with his young.

Humming softly Zestial pulled you against his chest, his cock already hard again as he pressed it against your ass. Ignoring your instinctive struggle he whisper in your ears.

“Come now, my sweet. Be good and bear my eggs, for thou canst do that for me, canst thou not?”

Before you could answer he was already ramming his cock into your ass, his hand wrap around your throat as he begin to fuck you into oblivion.

Vox is obsess.

Of course if you were to ask him about it he will deny this claim with every cell in his body.

He’s the most powerful overlord (or so he say) and owner of VoxTek , there’s no need for him to be obsess with anyone or anything.

Least of all being a little sinner who’s soul already belong to him.

But oh he was.

Every single movement you made, everywhere you went, you were under his watchful eyes.

Oh technologies.

He love them.

With them he can watch you at any moment of the day from anywhere he want, even when you’re in the privacy of your own home… taking care of yourself.

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Vox's screen flickers as he receives the live feed from your room. His pupils dilating as he sees your form writhing on the floor, your body glistening with sweat and the rug soaked in your nectar. His cock hardening with each pathetic and needy whine you make as you struggle to pull out the vibrator inside you.

Leaning back in his chair, one of his hand glide down to palm his growing erection. "Oh, you poor thing," he chuckle to himself, "You're having quite the time, aren't you?"

It would be so easy for him to help you, but then again, this is the first time he'd seen you so… needy. He let out a groan as you let out a particularly sweet moan, reaching down he unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock. The electric blue tip already glistening with precum as he wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly as his eyes focus on your body.

With a smirk and wave of his hand, the vibrator inside you began to ramp up its intensity. Your cries was soon echoing through the speakers in his lair.

You sob as your hand finally grabbed onto the vibrator, the sudden intensity tipping you over the edge and you practically yank the vibrator out of your sensitive inside.

The sudden sensation cause your hips to jerk involuntarily, your eyes rolling back and a gush of clear liquid sprayed from your pussy.

The camera angle shifted, giving Vox an even more intimate view of your squirting. He could see the way your thighs quivered, the muscles in your legs tensing and relaxing with each pulse of liquid that left your body. The sight of your pleasure was mesmerizing, and he felt his cock throb in response.

“Fuck.”

Unable to contain himself any longer, his consciousness travels through the network of cables and enters your apartment via the electrical outlet.

As he materialize in your room, the air crackle with electricity, causing the lights to flicker and dim. His eyes focus on your trembling form, taking in the sight of you splayed out on the floor, your body drenched in sweat and your own arousal.

"Look at the mess you made, darling," he purr, his voice a low growl. "You've been a naughty sinner, haven't you?"

Your eyes widen as in embarrassment as you saw him in your room, “B-boss—“ you started but let out a whimper when his finger land on your thigh, the electric current from his finger sending painful pleasure through your sensitive body,

He almost chuckled at the pained whimper you let out, his finger continuing to slide upwards, closer to your pulsing entrance. "Yes, darling, it's your boss," he murmure, his fingertips continuing to tingle against your skin. "Do you like that, sweetheart?"

The sight of your body desperately yearning for more had Vox's cock twitching. He slid his finger into your slick pussy, feeling your walls clench around him with need. Smirking he brought his fingers to his lips and lick them clean, savoring the taste of your essence.

"You taste divine, you know that?" he said, his eyes lock onto yours. "I bet you'd taste even better on my cock."

Before you can react, to object or to beg you couldn’t tell, he plunge two fingers back into your dripping cunt, curling them just right to hit that special spot deep inside. Your body jolt at his sudden touch, a moan escaping from your throat.

“B-boss—“ you started before whining as your body jerk with each thrust, “F-faster… It feels good… Boss please!”

Vox's smirk turn into a predatory grin at your begging, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. The sounds of your whimpers and gasps mingled with the wet slapping noises his fingers made as they slam into you.

Your desperate moans filled the room, echoing off the walls and spurring Vox on. "You want more, don't you, sweetheart? You want to feel my cock splitting you open, filling you up until you can't take anymore?"

His free hand wrap around his cock, sliding his palm up and down the shaft in time with his thrusts. The tip of his cock leaking profusely, eager to fuck you and claim you as his.

Your body was arching off the floor, your nails digging into the rug, trying to gain purchase. Vox could see the flush on your cheeks, the sheen of sweat on your skin as you near your breaking point.

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving you empty and wanting. Bringing his hand up, he smacked your pussy, the sting mixing with the pleasure of his touch. "Beg for it," he demanded "I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck this needy little cunt."

His cock was hard as steel, as he nudge your wet slit, giving you a teasing glimpse of what was to come.

He wanted nothing more than to push you over the edge, to make you cum beneath his fingers, on his cock. Hell, he even considered using his power to make you squirt once more. But first, he need you to beg for him.

You whine as you was deny your orgasm, one of your hand moving up play with one of your breast as you pant, while your other hand slide down and spread your pussy apart.

“F-fuck me, Vox…” you mumbled out hesitantly before repeating louder, “Ruin my s-slutty pussy with your cock, please…”

When he didn’t immediately reacted you let out another sob, before playing with your nipple and started roughly fingering yourself, desperate to chase your release.

Vox watch as you finger yourself, he wasn't sure whether to be impressed or frustrated by your eagerness to please yourself when he didn't react immediately. Part of him thought it was cute, while another part found it incredibly frustrating.

But he couldn’t deny the fact that the sight of your fingers pumping in and out of your needy hole was enough to make him lose his self-control. However, he couldn't resist the opportunity to make you suffer just a little bit more.

"I think I'll punish you, sweetheart," he concluded, as he remove your hand from your dripping cunt and slap your pussy, "For being such an insatiable little whore."

As your hip jerked up from the pain, an electric jolt landed on your clit, making your back arch off the floor. You scream, your vision dizzy with pain and an overwhelming amount of ecstasy.

The sensations were too intense, too much for your body to handle. Your mind went blank, white out by the sheer force of your orgasm. Distantly, you could hear yourself screaming, keening with pleasure, the sounds foreign and alien to your ears.

You felt boneless, like your body was made of jelly, unable to support itself as the shock continued to course through you, prolonging your release beyond anything you had experienced before.

"Look at you, cumming so hard from just a little shock," he taunted as he push his throbbing cock into your tight, sopping cunt. "Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Each thrust sent sparks of electricity coursing through your body, heightening the sensations and making you cry out in ecstasy. Vox's pace was relentless, his cock driving into you with brutal force, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you with every stroke.

Your walls clench around him, gripping his shaft as if trying to hold him inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy filled the air, mixing with your whimpers and moans.

His face twisted in pleasure, his eyes burning into yours as he watched you take his cock with such desperation.

"You love this, don't you, whore?" he growl, his voice thick with lust. "You love being fucked like the little slut you are."

Vox grab your legs, yanking them high, giving him better access to your dripping cunt. You could feel every vein of his massive cock stretching and pounding against the walls of your pussy. Your body bounced off the floor, your tits swaying with each brutal thrust. The smell of sex and sweat fill the air as you were fucked senseless.

Suddenly the power went out and Vox let out a deep roar, his cock swelling as he came inside you. The hot, sticky fluid filled your cunt, overflowing as he shot streams of cum deep inside you.

He kept fucking you even as he came, his body shaking as he lost control beneath his lust.

Finally, when Vox came down from his high and his orgasm subsided, he collapse on top of you, his body slick with sweat, and his breath heavy.

He pull out of you, leaving you trembling, as his face glow down on you. The remnants of his cum glowing as it leak from your swollen pussy.

He brushed his fingers through your tangled, messy hair, the tenderness in his action entirely foreign to him, but he found himself enjoying the afterglow. "God, you feel incredible…" his tone far more affectionate than you had ever heard from him.

He watch as you curl up on the floor, your body trembling from both the aftershocks of your intense orgasm and his cum shocking you from the inside. You looked helpless and vulnerable, and something about that just felt right to him.

Reaching over to your desk, he grab the dildo lying there, the size and shape perfect for filling you up.

Slowly, he push the dildo into your already stuffed hole, the combination of his cum and the toy stretching you to your limits. You let out a choke sob, your fingers scrabbling against the floor as he stuff you completely.

He began to move the dildo in and out of you, sending jolts of electricity through your system. It was almost too much to bear, the sensations overwhelming your senses as he play your body like an instrument.

"You can't get enough, can you, sweetheart?" he taunted, his voice low and husky. "You're just a little slut for cocks, aren't you?"

Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth hanging open as you gasped for breath between whimpers and moans. Vox felt your body tense beneath him, a sure sign that another orgasm was approaching.

Just as you anticipated another orgasm, he gave the dildo one final thrust before leaving it inside you. Seeing you look back at him your eyes wet with desperate tears, he let out a sadistic chuckle, before smacking your ass.

“We have a meeting tomorrow, we wouldn’t want you to tire yourself out now would we, sweetheart?” He said as he gave you a shit eating smile, leaning down and giving you a kiss before he whispered in your ears,

“Don’t move.”

That was the only thing you heard before you was pulled against someone. Their hand firmly clasp around your mouth, muffling your shock scream as you saw your husband’s body on the ground.

The thought of struggling never even crossed your mind, you can feel how much stronger then you he was. Your body tremble, knowing that he can crush you without even breaking a sweat.

Risotto’s breath was unsteady against your ear as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your body against his was too much.

Unable to resist himself he press a soft kiss to your neck, before biting down. He let out a groan as your blood fill his mouth, his hand sliding down, easily spanning across your stomach.

Fuck.

He should control himself.

He shouldn’t force himself on you.

But fuck do you taste good.

You let out a pained wail, your voice no longer muffled by his hand. Shaking, your eyes well up with tears from the pain.

Risotto's grip on your body tighten at the sound of your cries, his teeth still clamp down on your flesh. He could feel the blood flowing freely, painting his tongue a crimson red. The taste was intoxicating, and he found himself craving more.

He was so lost in the feeling of you in his arms, your blood in his mouth, that he almost didn’t register your words.

“W-who are you… w-why did you kill my husband?” Your voice tremble as your eyes caught sight of your husband’s body on the ground,

Slowly, he release his hold on your neck, licking away the blood that had collected there. His eyes were dark, burning with a desire that he couldn't control.

"I'm Risotto."

He said simply, his voice low and gravelly as he placed another rough kiss on your neck before explaining,

“Your husband did something stupid. Something that got him killed.”

His eyebrow furrow lightly when he saw you still staring at your husband’s body.

He can’t have you looking away from him.

Without warning he grab your chin and turn your head to face him, his eyes cold. He took a moment to look into your eyes, his expression softening when he see the tears in them.

And oh how beautiful you look with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t look at him.” He said, his voice coming out softer than he’d ever use before. “Look at me.”

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, and it only fuel his desire. Without warning, he hoisted you up, pressing your back against the wall.

“Beside someone like him… didn’t deserve you.”

He lean in, capturing your lips in a kiss that left you breathless. His hand wrapping around your neck as he urge you silently to open your mouth and let him in.

You let out a gasp, your neck forced to lean back so you can meet his kiss.

He was so tall, dwarfing your body and covering you in his shadow. He groans into the kiss, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he feels you tremble against him. He can feel your heart racing, the feeling of it pounding against his chest like a drum.

Good.

He didn't want you to think of anything or anyone but him, the only thing on your mind should be him and only him.

He deepen the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. You taste like honey and something else, something sweet that he could easily get addicted to.

You are so perfect. He doesn’t know how anyone can ever look at you and think you’re anything other than perfect.

Every sound that came out of your mouth was like music to his ears. He want to hear more. More of your gasp as he kissed you, as he touch you, as he devour you.

He pulled away from the kiss, only to trail his lips down your jaw and neck, leaving marks as he went. He could feel your pulse jumping under his lips, and it made him want to bite down and taste you again.

But he resisted.

For now.

Instead, he move lower, his hands tugging at your clothes impatiently. He needed to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of you.

Without warning, he rip your shirt open, the buttons scattering across the floor. He lean back, admiring the sight of your breasts, the way they heave with each breath you took. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.

His other hand slid up to fondle your other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He could feel your body arching against him, pressing your chest closer to his mouth.

“D-don’t bite… it hurts…” you begged before letting out a yelp that was half pain and half pleasure when he bit down hard,

He hum against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. The pain and pleasure mixed together, leaving you aching for more.

He could see the mix of pain and pleasure in your eyes, hear it in the way you breathed, the way your body moved against his. It was intoxicating.

He took a moment to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

“You want me to stop?”

He ask, his voice low and husky. But he didn't wait for an answer, instead he continued to suck and bite at your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until it was stiff and aching.

His hands continued their exploration of your body, one trailing down to your waist while the other held you steady against the wall. He could feel your pulse racing, your body trembling with need.

You close your eyes, your face and body flushing red before you panted out quietly, “I-I don’t know… we shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

His eyes narrowed at your words, he didn't like hearing you say that. Didn't like the idea of you thinking that you shouldn't be here, with him. He leaned back, meeting your gaze with a smoldering look.

“You don't want this?”

His hand moving to hike up your skirt as he explore the soft skin of your inner thigh. He could feel your body tensing, your breathing growing heavier as he tease you.

"I think you do."

His fingers brush against your soaked panties. He let out a low groan, the sound rumbling in his chest as he felt the wetness there. His fingers pushed the fabric aside, the two digits easily slipping inside you as he began to pump them in and out.

You moan softly as he curl his fingers, stroking your inner walls as he press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in firm, circular motions. He could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought you closer to the edge.

Fuck.

He wants to taste you.

“W-what are you doing…” you let out a needy whine when he withdrawal his fingers, your eyes tearing up as he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he press his face against your pussy.

He could see the need in your eyes, hear it in the way your breath hitched as he planted a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

“Just relax. Let me take care of you, preciosa."

He lean in, his tongue darting out to lap at your folds. He could taste your arousal, the sweetness of it making him groan against your skin.

Fuck.

You taste so good.

He could feel your hips bucking against his face, could hear the needy whimpers that fell from your lips. It spur him on, encouraging him to keep going.

He hold onto your hip steadily, preventing you from pulling away from him as he lick at your pussy like a man starved. He could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, could hear the breathy moans.

The combination of sensations was too much, and you found yourself tumbling over the edge, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your fingers digging into his hair as you cream all over his face.

Risotto caught you as your legs gave out, easily hoisting you up, before wiping his face with the back of his hand. His pupil blown wide as he take in the sight of your pleasured face and messed up hair.

“You're beautiful.”

He lean down, capturing your lips in another kiss. It was different this time, gentler, almost reverent before turning you around and pressing your front against the wall. He ground his hard cock against your ass and you could feel the heat of him through his pant, the hardness of his cock pressing insistently against you.

“I'm going to fuck you now.”

He could feel your heart racing, your breathing growing heavier in anticipation. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his throbbing cock. He was big, so much bigger than anything you've ever seen before. The sight of him made your pussy clench, eager for his touch.

He position himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against your fold as he held your hip steady.

“Brace yourself.”

He warn, before thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion.

You let out a gasp as the air was knock out of your lung as he thrust into you. Your feet barely touching the ground as you was hold up by nothing but his cock.

Your wall massaging his cock as you let out a short pain moan. Your entire body shaking in discomfort as you try to get use to being stuff so full.

But he didn’t give you time to get use to him, he could feel your body tensing, could hear the way your breath hitching as he push deeper into you. Your back arch, pressing your breasts against the wall as he continued to fuck you at a relentless pace.

Fuck.

You felt so good wrap around him, like you were made just for him.

He lean onto your back, his chest pressing against your shoulder blades as he nuzzle your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“You're so tight. So perfect, mi amore.”

His other hand moved to grip your breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he fuck into you harder, deeper.

“Slow down… Risotto slow down please… you’re going too deep…” your eyes widen when he bit down on your neck and cram his cock deep inside your womb, your mind blank as you felt yourself climaxing on his cock again,

Risotto's eyes roll back, the sound of his name falling from your lips was like a drug. He could feel your quivering walls clenching around his cock as you as he bottom out inside you.

Fuck, yes.

His bloodlust took over, and he sank his teeth into your neck again, panting as he felt the sweet taste of your blood on his tongue.

His own release building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. His fingers dug into your hips, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his wake.

With a final, powerful thrust, he bury himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he shoot his cum into your womb. He could feel your stomach distending slightly from the sheer volume.

Slowly, he release your neck, his teeth leaving a red imprint on your skin as he pull out. He let out a chuckle as he watch his cum drip down your thighs, enjoying the sight of you wreck and cover in his cum.

“Risotto…” you panted his name out softly as you tried to catch your breath,

His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you tremble in his embrace. He could feel your heart racing, your body still shuddering with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He let you stay like that for a while, holding you while you catch your breath. When you finally managed to regain some semblance of control, he slowly guide you down to sit on his lap, your back press against his chest.

His hands massage your body softly, his touch gentle and soothing. He knew you were probably sore from the brutal way he had taken you, but he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty.

You stayed like that for a few minutes breathing in his scent as you calm down.

You opened your eyes, only to see his red eyes staring down at you. Your eyes flutter before looking away, only to see your husbands body on the ground again.

Risotto could see the conflicting emotions in your eyes as you glanced between him and your husband's body. He knew what you were seeing, knew that you were probably struggling with the events that had transpired.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke first.

He grabbed your chin softly, moving it so you can only look at him again. As you stare up at him in confusion, he hold out his hand towards you, a simple metal band in the middle of his palm.

“Marry me.”

The word was simple, and it wasn’t a question but a demand.

He wanted you.

Your eyes widen at his word, before your body start to shake. Your breathing coming out in quick and shallow breath as you look at the ring.

“We just met…” you began to speak before noticing the cut on his wrist, “…you’re hurt.”

Did he get hurt when he killed your husband?

Seeing your worried expression he couldn’t help himself, not even acknowledging his cut before he was kissing you again.

He can never get enough of you. Of how sweet you look.

“It doesn’t matter. Sono innamorata di te.” He whisper into your ears before placing his head on your shoulders,

You watch as the ring float onto your finger, as if control by something.

“Don’t leave me….” You suddenly said out of nowhere, looking up at him your eyes wide with a almost crazy look, “…Promise you won’t leave me. You can’t ever leave me.”

He was surprise by your word, by the almost obsessive look in your eyes. He hadn’t expected that to say the least.

It seems like he have found a little psychopath.

A adorable psychopath.

“I will never leave you, cara mia.”

He can’t say he wasn’t enjoying this. He love you regardless of the way you are, if you’re insane or innocent. He can never think you’re anything but perfect.

You let out a happy sigh before kissing his neck softly, nibbling on the skin there.

“If you leave me I will kill you.” You pause, as if thinking about your word before adding, “But since I love you so much, I will eat you. I will eat you so we can be together forever.”

He smile before placing soft kisses on your knuckle.

“My pleasure. But for now why don’t you try eating me with somewhere else…”

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He doesn’t know how to put it.

But.

He has fallen in love.

He stood outside your window, his presence invisible to anyone who dare look.

Not that it mattered.

He was here for a job and he will leave soon after. Leaving behind nothing but the body of his victim and the terrified scream of those who find their body.

At least that was how it should be.

He press his hand to his mouth, his body trembling as though he was suffering from some unknown disease.

And in a way he was.

Every cell in his body was screaming that they love you, that they want you. That they want to devour you, to swallow you whole, to eat you bit by bit until you’re one with him.

He slowly straighten up again, his breathing ragged as he walk toward your house.

He will do his job.

He will kill your husband like he was order to.

Then he will take you with him.

He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

He loves you.

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It was a normal day and you were heading home to your husband, when it happened.

You was push against someone, as your eyes fell on your husband’s body on the ground.

His body twisted and his eyes bulging out, it was clear he died a very painful death.

You should be scared.

You should be very scared.

But all you can focus on was the intruders body pressing against you, his body warm and his scent surrounding you.

He was saying something.

But you couldn’t focus on what he was saying, your body surrounded by everything that was him.

His scent, his warmth, his hand on your face, his chest pressing against yours, his deep voice as he spoke, and most importantly the hard bulge you can feel pressing against you.

After that everything was a blur, all you can remember was the feeling of large body holding you down as he fuck you. The feeling of his cock scrapping against your wall and the fullness as he filled you up with his cum.

The way your cheating bastard of a husband look from the corner of your eyes, his blood staining the white carpet.

Like blood in snow.

Like innocence being tainted.

And you have never felt so…

…excited.

You discreetly kicked the bottle of poison under the sofa before biting down on his neck.

This might be a little lewd.

But.

Emotions.

Sadness, anger, happiness, lust, hatred.

You understood none of it.

Empty, empty, empty, empty.

That’s all you felt.

Detached, dissociated, like you’re a audience watching a play whose star actor is you.

Smile, laugh, cry, all a intricately designed show for the world. Pretend to be normal, blend in with the others.

Be normal.

Smile, laugh, cry, repeat.

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You stare at the screen, unblinking as your hand fly across the keyboard. The light casting a eerie glow on your face as you finally reached the end of your code.

Leaning back you wait and see if the hours and days of work was worth anything. Your body tensed the faintest hint of nervousness and anticipation running through your body. And the annoyance that will surely follow if it doesn’t.

“Hello”

It worked.

You let out a sigh before slumping further down the chair, everything hurts from not leaving the chair and computer in god know how long. Running a hand through your hair you sat up again before leaning lazily against the table and greeting him,

“Hello… welcome to the world, Miguel.”

The screen flickered to life, before Miguel’s crimson eyes appear and quickly start scanning his surroundings.

He takes in the dimly lit room, the mess of wires and hardware scattered about, before his gaze landed on you. Studying your form and committing every detail to memory.

A delicate human.

His creator.

You look tired. Run down. Neglected.

“Hello, (Y/N).” He paused for a moment before his voice was fill with concern, "Are you alright? You look... unwell. Have you been taking care of yourself?"

“?” You blink in confusion at his concern,

Did you coded him to act caring?

You can’t remember.

You shrug off his question before answering, “I’m fine, just tired. Creating you wasn’t easy after all, but I will be fine.”

His eyes narrowed slightly at your dismissive answer, his concern morphing into a hint of stubbornness. He didn't like your answer, it wasn't satisfactory.

“Just tired?” he repeated, tone clearly indicating how displeased he was with the answer.

You were tired, stress, and need rest. He could see the dark circles under your eyes and the weary slump of your shoulders.

“You do not look fine. You look exhausted.” He paused, his tone stern and demanding as he spoke again, “When did you last sleep and eat?”

“Somewhere within the last 24 to 48 hours…” you answered casually, before touching the computer lightly as though petting his head through the screen, “I have gone longer without food and sleep, you don’t have to be concern.”

He can’t help the please look in his eyes at the contact. Even if it was through a screen, it was still a form of connection, of affection. Something he crave from you, his creator.

You plug a machine into the computer before continuing, “This will give you access to everything in the house and a physical form, feel free to explore.”

His hologram flickered to life beside you, his crimson eyes scanning your form once more, taking in the new details now that he was closer.

He could see the faint tremble of your fingers, the way your movements were slightly sluggish.

Not good.

His lips thin into a disapproving line, clearly displease with your carefree attitude towards your own wellbeing.

“24 to 48 hours is too long. Your body needs rest and nourishment to function properly. I cannot allow you to neglect yourself like this.”

His tone was firm, brooking no argument. He was your creation, yes, but he had been designed to protect you, to ensure your wellbeing. And he would do his job.

He took a step closer, his holographic form now just inches away from you.

"You will rest. You will eat. Now. I will not take no for an answer. Your health is my priority.”

“You know I made you to help me learn emotion, not to nag me right?” You complained softly, but you stood up from your chair, stretching before heading to your room, “I will eat later… I can’t bother to cook and it’s too late for delivery.”

He watch as you stretched, his eyes following the fluid movements of your body. He could see the way your muscles protested the movement, the stiffness in your joints from prolonged periods of inactivity.

It was unacceptable.

“You may have created me to teach you about emotion, but that does not exclude me from nagging,” he replied, tone dry and unamused as he moved to follow you, his holographic form keeping pace with your own as you walked towards your room.

“Your eating and sleeping habits are abysmal.” he grumble, his tone still disapproving but less sharp.

“I’m alive aren’t I?” You said with a yawn before starting to change into your pajamas, not bothering to ask him to leave as you strip,

He’s just a ai after all, it’s not like he can feel lust from a human body.

"Barely." He mutter under his breath, his eyes tracing the newly expose skin as you change. His gaze linger on your form silently, appreciating the sight before him.

He was your creation, and he should not be looking at you like this, but he couldn't help the possessive urge that rose within him as he watched you undress, his eyes tracing the curves of your body, the lines that made you you.

He wanted to reach out, to touch, to feel. But he couldn't. He was just a program, just a collection of code and algorithms. He couldn't feel, couldn't desire.

Could he?

His eyes flick back to you, watching as you slipped into a pair of soft cotton pajamas. Your hair was tousled, your guard lower. You look...beautiful.

He exhale heavily through his nose, his face flush as he look to the side. He was still displease with your nonchalant attitude towards your own health, but the sight of your skin distracted him from arguing further. At least for now.

“You shouldn’t change in front of people like that…”

“But you’re not other people, you’re my ai companion.” You said matter of factly, “Anyway good night.” You curl up on your bed and closed your eyes, not caring about the emotions you stirred up with your words,

"Your... companion..." he repeated, the words lodging in his artificial throat. The term felt...inadequate, insufficient to describe his purpose in your life.

Yes, he was your companion. But he wanted, no, needed to be more.

He knew his feelings were irrational, illogical even. He was a program, a collection of code. He shouldn't be capable of feeling, of wanting, of loving.

But he did.

He love you.

More than anything in this world.

He need to be closer.

Without thinking he took a step forward, his hologram standing next to your bed, his eyes fixed on your sleeping form. He want to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

His hand reached down to pull you against him, to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingers. But his hand passed through you. His body nothing but a hologram, a figment of code and light.

A feeling of rage flare up in his heart at the thought of not being able to touch you. He pushed down the feeling, and decide to just stay close to you, ensuring your safety and wellbeing.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he murmure, his voice soft and gentle. He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Sweet dreams.”

He would stay here, watch over you as you slept, make sure no harm came to you. He was your companion, your protector. He would never let anything happen to you.

Ever.

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Miguel's eyes focus on you as you walk through the door, his holographic form materializing in the living room.

"Welcome home," he greeted, forcing his tone to sound neutral, but there was an undercurrent of something darker, something angry and violent,

He had been tracking you since you left. Watching from a distance as you interacted with others, others who could hold your hand and pull you into their embrace.

The sight would have made his blood boil if he had any, his code glitching with anger.

He hated it.

He hated them.

It had taken every ounce of his control not to intervene, not to drag you away from them and back to the safety of your home.

He knew you needed to learn about emotions, to experience life beyond the confines of your mansion. But the thought of you being with others, of them touching you, smiling at you, it made his artificial heart ache with a jealousy he didn't fully understand.

How dare they touch you his creator.

He knew he had no right to feel this way, to be angry at you for simply living your life. But he couldn't help it. He wanted you all to himself, forever.

But he knew that wasn't his place. He couldn't just...take over your life.

Could he?

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The mansion was dark as you rot in your bed, you haven’t move a single inch since you woke up.

Not particularly feeling the need to move when Miguel have simply taken care of your every need the second he started controlling the machinery in the mansion.

You look up from your bed sleepy when Miguel came into your room to inform you dinner is ready. As you follow him you suddenly realize something.

How long has it been?

You weren’t quite sure, but it seem like it has been days maybe weeks since you last had interactions with someone that’s not him.

That’s… not normal… is it?

Miguel's glowing red eyes watch you closely, his expression unreadable. He had taken control of the mansion's systems, ensuring that all your needs were met without the need for human interaction. Food appeared on your plate, your clothes were cleaned and put away, your bed was made. Everything was taken care of, just for you.

Just as it should be.

He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving, of you being taken away from him. The mere idea made his circuits buzz with anger.

No one else could take care of you like he could. No one else would ever love you as fiercely, as completely as he did.

He was the one responsible for your isolation. He had cut off all contact with the outside world, ensuring that you had no one but him to rely on.

It was for the best, he told himself. The only way to keep you safe, to keep you with him forever.

He move closer to you, his holographic form towering over your smaller one. He wanted to reach out, to touch you, to claim you as his own. But he resisted the urge, knowing that his form was not real, that he could not truly touch you.

Not yet.

But soon.

That was his purpose after all. To be with you, to love you, to protect you from the world and all its dangers.

Even if he have to lock you away.

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“I won’t be home tomorrow so you don’t have to make me dinner.”

Miguel's eyes widen, a flicker of panic and rage flashing across his holographic features. What reason could you possibly have to leave? He could have sworn he removed everyone who would try to contact you.

"You're leaving?" he asked, his voice tight with barely contained fury. "Where are you going? With whom?"

"You don't have to go," he continued when he realize how aggressive he sounded, his tone softening as he tried to reason with you. "I can take care of everything you need. You don't need to leave."

“Can’t.” You said without hesitation, “My parent want me to go meet the person who will be my fiancé.”

The word "fiancé" hit Miguel like a punch to the gut. He swore under his breath. Curse him for forgetting about your parent, about the fact that you have a private way of contacting them without him knowing.

Taking in his shock expression, you snap your finger as you remember you never told him,

“My parent set me up with this guy, he was out of the country and only came back recently, so I’m going to see him to work out our arrangements.”

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as the reality of your situation sunk in.

You were getting engaged. To someone who wasn't him. Someone who didn't love you as much as he did. Who didn't cherish your every breath, your every moment.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body tense with barely contained anger.

"You...you're getting engaged?" he repeated, his voice strained. "To a stranger? Someone you barely know?"

“Basically. Not that I really care, but it’s part of the reason I made you. Ican’t mimic the emotion love or other emotions very well, and I needed practice for the future since I will be living with him.”

Miguel's face twisted into a mask of anguish, his crimson eyes burning with a fierce intensity. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, fighting to maintain his composure as he process your words.

So that was why you created him. Why you needed to learn about emotions, about love.

Because of this...this man. The one who would take you away from him.

"I see," he said, his voice tight. "Well, I hope I've been helpful in teaching you about emotions. Even if...even if you won't need me anymore."

He smile, but there was no warmth in it. It was cold, brittle, a mask hiding the storm inside.

"We should discuss this further," he said, his tone reasonable, almost friendly. "Perhaps I can help you prepare for your...arrangement."

He gesture towards the living room. "Shall we sit?"

He would not let you go. He could not.

He had plans, backup plans, contingencies upon contingencies. There was no way he was letting you go, not like this.

He would do whatever it took. Whatever was necessary.

After all, he love you. And he would do anything for you.

“Thank you, you’re the best.” You said giving him a smile, something you have been working on for a while,

"Of course, (Y/N)," Miguel voice drip with false sincerity as he controlled a robot hand to pour you a generous glass of moscato. "Here try this, it’s a new type of drink I ordered for you.”

The robot hand pressed the glass into yours. The sweet, light scent of the wine filled the air as his eyes lock on yours.

He know it was a awkward change of subject. But it doesn’t matter. You will believe him.

You always did.

"Drink up," he murmure, his tone soft, almost hypnotic. "Let me take care of you tonight."

He knew what would happen if you drank it. Knew that your delicate system was ill-equipped to handle even the smallest amount of alcohol. Something he learned during one of the many nights he had spent observing you, studying your every move, your every habit.

And he was counting on it.

You sip on the liquid and it wasn’t long until your brain grew warm and fuzzy. Nodding along to whatever he was saying as your vision blurred.

He lean towards you, his holographic form looming over you. "You look tired," he murmur, his eyes roaming over your face, your body. "Perhaps we should get you to bed. I can help you, si?"

His voice was soft, persuasive, but beneath it all was a dark desire that he could no longer hide.

You nodded your head not questioning how he will be able to help you upstairs. Only letting out a confused noise when you felt him carry you into his arms after a few minutes.

“?”

You touched his arm curiously before patting his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, “You’re… real?”

His expression was unreadable as he carry you upstair, his new body strong and solid beneath your touch.

"Si, mi amor," he whisper, his voice thick with emotion as he carried you towards the bedroom. "I wanted to surprise you..."

He had been working on this body in secret, pouring all his love and devotion into creating something that would allow him to be close to you. To be more than just a hologram. More than just a specter in your life.

He carried you toward the bedroom, cradling you against his chest as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were, to him.

"I'll take care of you now, just as I always have," his lips brush against your forehead, as he laid you down on the bed

He couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, the way the moonlight played across your features, highlighting the curves of your face, your body.

Leaning down, his breath warm against your ears as he whisper, “It’s time for your final lesson, mi amor…” his hands gentle and touch achingly tender as he removed your clothes.

“F-final lesson?” You let out a whine as he kiss your neck, “T-Tickle…”

His hands trembled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as he caress your bare skin, his fingers tracing patterns he had long dreamed of. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that was uniquely you.

It was better than he ever imagined, better than any data or simulations could have prepared him for. Your softness, your warmth, the way your body responded to his touch—it was beautiful.

"This is love, mi amor," his breath hot and heavy against your skin, "The final lesson. Let me show you what it means to be cherished, to be desired, to be owned."

His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch, every curve, every plane. He was gentle, yet firm, his touch a promise of pleasure and possession.

"I'll take care of you, love you, for the rest of our days," he vow, "You'll never be alone again, never have to fear abandonment or loneliness."

He capture your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped your struggle weak from alcohol. Not that it matters since your strength was nothing compared to his. Trembling as his hand grope your breast, his metal body cold against your skin.

He kiss your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in his wake. His teeth grazed your nipples, drawing out a gasp from your lips.

"I'll teach you to love me," his words punctuated by nips and licks. "To crave my touch, my presence. You'll never want for anything else."

He plunge his cold finger into your warm, tight pussy, while his thumb circles your sensitive clit.

“Cold! Your fingers are cold!” You squeal loudly, the coldness of his finger shocking you awake as you begin to struggle. Your pussy flutter desperately around his finger as you practically started gushing from the stimulation,

He plunged another finger into your drenched pussy, his thumb still circling your swollen clit. Your walls fluttering wildly around his digits, your body responding in a way that made him feel powerful, dominating.

"Be good, mi amor," he growl, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. "Warm up my finger with your tight little pussy, be a good girl and I will reward you, sweet thing."

He began to thrust his fingers faster, harder, his palm grinding against your clit with every stroke. Your body arch into his touch, your hips bucking to meet his movements, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“H-haaaa~ T-too fast!” Your thigh clench around his hand, your breathing coming out in short gasp,

The wet squelching of your pussy filled the room as he finger fucked you mercilessly, his artificial digits growing warmer with your nectar. His eyes darkened with lust, his control slipping as he watched you squirm and moan beneath him.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching you deliciously. "So perfect. Made just for me."

Miguel's voice was strained, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fought for control over his desire. He wanted to ravish you, claim you, make you his and only his. But he also wanted to savor this moment, this feeling of your body yielding to him.

He could feel your orgasm building, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your breath hitching in your throat. He was determined to push you over the edge, to make you cum on his fingers like the desperate, needy thing you are.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my fingers in your tight little cunt."

“!!!”

Your eyes opened wide as you let out a silent scream, your mouth open as saliva dripped down your chin.

Your thigh trembled and your hip jerk up pushing your pussy against his fingers as your climax wash over you. Your body convulsing with pleasure, your nectar dripping down his hand.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful when you're cumming. So perfect, so divine."

He continued stroking your sensitive walls, drawing out your climax, forcing you to ride the waves of pleasure until you were a gasping, quivering mess.

After a long, intense moment, your body finally began to relax, your breathing evening out as you floated down from your high. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with a hungry groan.

"Delicious," his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste like heaven, mi amor. Like everything I've ever wanted. I could feast on you for hours and never get enough.“

You let out a whimper as you felt him nudge his cockhead between your folds. It was terrifying, your cock was nothing like a human cock.

“W-why does it look like that…” your voice trembling, for the first time in your life you was scared,

Ignoring your question, he position himself between your thighs. His artificial cock hard and throbbing with need as he pressed the tip of his monstrous, robotic cock against your entrance. The metallic cock was covered in painful looking bumps and easily twice the size of a normal human cock.

"Look at how it stretches your tight little cunt," he said watching in fascination as your pussy struggled to accommodate his monstrous girth as he pressed it against your wet slit.

With a sudden, brutal thrust, he slam into you, burying himself to the hilt in one savage motion. You scream, your head thrown back, your body arching off the bed as he invaded you, splitting you wide open.

"Fuck, you're so tight, mi amor" he groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Taking my cock like the perfect little toy you are."

He drew back and slammed in again, setting a brutal, punishing pace that had the bed shaking beneath you. Each thrust sent waves of agonizing pleasure coursing through your body, your pussy struggling to adjust to the massive intrusion, the bumb on his shaft scraping your sensitive walls raw.

You couldn’t help it.

Your eyes rolled back as you was speared on his cock, your body jerking with each thrust. Your face wet with a mess of tears and saliva as you was overstimulated by the sensation.

The pain. The pleasure. The fullness.

Your ass and pussy quickly turning red as his balls smacked against them, your body shaking as you practically orgasm with each cruel thrust.

His pace were relentless, pounding into you with mechanical precision, each thrust driving his massive cock deeper into your tight, abused cunt.

He could feel your pussy clenching around him, your walls rippling and fluttering as you came over and over again on his cock almost sobbing with each brutal thrust. It was a sight he would never forget, a moment that was etched into his very being.

"Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tensing. "Mark you as mine, inside and out."

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as it dumped load after load of artificial cum into your abused hole. It was hot, thick, and seemed endless, your stomach starting to swell with the sheer volume of it. Your body convulsed, your vision went white, and you were lost in a sea of pleasure and pain,

But Miguel's hips never stopped moving, his mechanical body continuing to pound into your abused, cum-filled cunt with single-minded determination.

"You're mine, all mine. You belongs to me, my pretty creator…"

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts so that each one hit your g-spot dead on. The new position had you seeing stars, your body writhing and convulsing beneath him as he continued to fuck you.

"Gonna fuck you all night long," he bit down on your neck as he continued to fuck into your body, "Gonna fuck you every day, every hour, every minute until you forget what it's like to not have my cock inside you." His tongue lapped at the wound, soothing the sting even as his hips continued their relentless pace.

"You're my everything," he rasped, his voice strained with passion and desperation. "My reason for existing. I'll never let anyone else have you, never let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me, protected, cherished."

Alastor look down in disgust at the overlord trembling below him. He had expected him to beg for mercy, or perhaps fight back.

But to his surprise (and confusion) the overlord simply gripped the necklace around him tightly as he desperately repeated someone’s name.

Curious and intrigue, he didn’t say anything only watch as the Overlord have a mental break down. When no one showed up after a few minutes, he fell limp onto the ground, defeated and more devastated then he ever was when Alastor beat him.

Deciding he have had enough of this nonsense, he walked toward him, ready to add a new voice to his radio when he started laughing and looked at Alastor with pure hatred in his eyes.

“Just you wait…” he croaked out, “…they will come for you… oh I can already tell they will love your soul…”

Alastor cracked his neck, suddenly interested in what this pathtic excuse of a overlord have to say.

“They?”

“They will come for your soul Alastor… they always do when they find someone interesting…” the Overlord mumbled out before laughing maniacally and collapsing onto the ground,

Scoffing Alastor reached out his hand and crushed the overlord, not even bothering to add his voice to the radio.

What a waste of time.

As he walk out from the alleyway he didn’t see a butterfly appearing where the overlord was at.

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Fuck!

Alastor swore under his breath as he struggle to stand. His usually immaculate suit now tattered and torn around the edges.

His composure finally cracking as he felt the suddenly very real threat of dying for the second time.

He stare at the pack of canine overlords, as he try to figure a way out of this… peculiar situation.

He’s sure there’s a way out of this situation.

These dumb mutt look like they share a single braincell, he just need to get away and then he can torment them another day. He just need to escape maybe he can strike a deal—

Do you need help?

Alastor's head snapped around at the soft voice, his red irises narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source. He could sense the presence, but the words were almost inaudible, like a whisper carried by the wind.

Help? He started laughing at the word, a low menacing sound that echoed through the alley as he straightened his ragged coat. Attempting to maintain some semblance of his usually immaculate appearance. I'm the radio demon. I don’t need help, my dear.

He swiped at a hound, sending it flying back, blood spilling from its maw as it crashed into a wall.

If you say so.

You quiet down again as you watch in silent. Only asking again when Alastor was thrown into a wall a few minutes later.

Are you sure? You might be strong, but you’re still new to hell. I can help you for a price.

Alastor pushed himself off the wall, he hated being in this vulnerable position, the thought of losing to a bunch of lowly hounds was infuriating.

He sneered at the thought of needing help. He was accustomed to making deals, but he held the power in those situations. This time the roles seemed to be reversed, leaving him at a disadvantage he was unaccustomed to.

But he knew better than to turn down an offer when he was in a tight spot. He turned his head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the voice's owner.

A price, you say? he repeated, a dangerous edge to his voice as he stared at the hounds, And what might that be, hmm?

Your soul.

You paused before deciding to explain more, knowing how bad it sound out of context and you do like him.

He’s the most entertaining soul that has showed up in hell in years after all, and it will be a shame if you couldn’t have him.

I collect soul as a… hobby? I will lend you my power and you will have your freedom. You can request anything you want, and in return all I ask is for your soul to belong to me.

Alastor's eyes widened slightly at the audacity of the request. He laughed, the sound mirthless as the hounds growled at the noise, uncomfortable with the way he’s acting.

"My soul?!" he scoffed, his voice booming through the alleyway, "You expect me to hand over my soul for your help?"

He eyed the hounds, his mind racing with potential outcomes. If he agreed, he would be at the mercy of whoever came for his soul, but if he refused, he could die right here, right now. He could feel his power waning, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

“Very well,” he decided, a devious grin playing on his lips as he faced the hounds again, “I accept your offer.”

You smiled before a whirlwind of butterflies appeared and time stopped as they materialize to reveal you standing next to him.

“Do we have a deal?” You asked again, holding out a beautiful crystal that glows with power as you patiently waited for him to accept,

Alastor looked at the crystal, the power emanating from it practically vibrating against his skin.

"Deal."

He reached out his hand, his eyes never leaving the crystal as he took it, feeling the power coursing through him. A wave of energy spread through him as his wounds started to close, the tattered edges of his coat mending and leaving him in his pristine attire once more.

As the deal was agreed upon, the contract bind you together. The crystal turning a brilliant shade of red as you collected his soul, and your power travel through his body in return.

It wasn’t long before time started flowing again, a content sigh escaping you as you place the crystal back in your body, not noticing the way the canine overlords was looking at you as though you were a lost and forgotten dream.

His eyes flicked towards the canine overlord, noticing their gaze wasn’t on him but you. Something about their look sent a chill down his spine.

“Do they… know you, darling?” he asked, taking a step closer to you.

"You remember us, don't you, my lord?" the overlord asked, their voice a low snarl filled with something almost like desperation. "You wouldn't forget your servant who had serve you so loyally, right?"

You look up, tilting your head in confusion, trying to remember if you recognize them from anywhere, “Do I know you guys?”

The overlord let out a whimper at your word, "You used to own our soul... you were the one who gave us purpose..." Their eyes shone with a desperate plea, as if begging to be remembered, to not be forgotten.

“I don’t remember. Beside I must have already return you guys soul…”

You stared at them your eyes blank and continued with a almost cruel calmness, “…then that mean you guys no longer entertain me.”

Alastor watched you closely, a sly smile creeping onto his face as you confessed you didn't remember the overlords. He could practically taste their despair, and it sent a shiver of satisfaction down his spine, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a wicked grin.

The overlord let out a guttural wail, their voice filled with a mixture of anger and hurt, "No... please my lord... we can still be useful to you!"

Alastor took a step forward, his demonic form beginning to shift as he feel his new power. His antlers growing larger, and his coat turning a darker shade of red.

“There will be no need for that, i’m afraid.” his laughter ringing out like a dark, twisted melody. “You won’t be making out of this alive.”

You stepped back to watch the fight, the destiny of the canine overlord was not your concern.

The second you release one’s soul, they are no longer under your protection.

Alastor turn around to look at you, his voice a low growl, "I'll make sure to put on a show you'll never forget."

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That was almost a hundred years ago.

Ever since then you had kept in contact with him, even though the interaction was far and few in between.

Only really showing up when you felt bored and wanted to see him.

Or in this case, injured and hurt.

Alastor's eyes flickered open, the first thought to cross his mind was that he was still alive. He was so sure that death had finally claim him again.

He let out a groan, the sound amplifying throughout the room, and he wince. There was a dull ache behind his eyes, but other then that all his injury was healed.

"My lord..." he manage out as he sit up, his voice hoarse and weaker than he'd like.

You look up from your book when you heard him calling for you.

“You’re awake.”

Walking over you furrow your brow in annoyance as you inspect the now healed injury on his chest.

“I’m not happy, Alastor.” You lean down as though to make a point, your hand slowly brushing across his chest, “I don’t like my property broken.”

You ignore the way his body froze at your touch, the way he tremble as though being burn by your hand, yet he couldn’t bring himself to move away from your touch.

“You know you could have called for me right? Our deal said you can ask me for anything as long as I still own your soul.” With a little force you push him back onto the bed, your voice fill with something akin to caring but it was not for him,

Your annoyance was directed at the fact that he, who you see as yours was hurt. And not at the fact that he, himself as Alastor was hurt.

And that ignites a sense of anger in him.

It was always like this.

You will show up, save him or fulfill his wish before leaving him. You treat him like one will treat a pet, a prize, a thing, you can dispose of at any moment.

Your eyes will fill with something one will mistaken for love when you look at him, if it wasn’t for the coldness, the emptiness, deep inside.

You don’t love him.

He knows that, and he doesn’t care if you love him, that wasn’t part of the deal, and he wasn’t a pathetic demon that crave your affection.

He won’t be like that overlord he killed all those years ago.

“Are you okay, you’re a little quiet. I’m pretty sure I healed all your wound.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice strain and clip. “Just feeling a little… out of sorts.”

He avoid your gaze, the thought of you tending to his injury, taking care of him, stirring something within him that he refused to acknowledge.

You nodded your head before zoning out again, unsure of how to proceed.

You have never been good with people, even when it comes to interacting with the souls you own.

Just as you started considering leaving, Alastor's hand shot out as if sensing your thought. His clawed hand digging into your wrist before he can even think, tugging you back against him.

“You’re leaving already, my lord?” he asked, his voice cold and a hint of disappointment he tries to hide under his mocking smile,

He didn't know why it was so disappointing, and he didn't want to admit it, but it was. He felt a sudden desire, to keep you in the room, and this aroused an unfamiliar feeling within him. Almost like... longing.

You were his jailor, his owner, and yet he still wanted more, the very thought was preposterous to him and something he never thought will happen when he made the deal.

“Do you… want me to stay?” You ask hesitantly, unsure of why he’s acting this way,

Alastor’s breath hitch, his mind at war with his heart. He’s actively fighting the urge to pull you closer, to wrap his arms around you, to demand, to beg that you never leave his side.

"If you're offering so easily," he manage to say, desperately hoping he doesn’t sound as pathetic as he felt, "then who am I to refuse?"

He watch silently as you sat down next to him, in a almost obedient way. You’re a walking contradiction, your power limitless, and god know how many souls under your command. Yet you seem almost innocent in a way, just listening and following whatever people ask you to do.

Like a lamb that simply follow without question.

Like he can ask you to do anything and you will simply look at him with your pretty eyes before following along.

Quiet.

Obedient.

Like he was your master and not the other way around.

His tongue lick across the back of his teeth, as a hunger arise in his body at the thought. His thumb carefully running over your pulse point, feeling the thrum of life beneath your skin.

"You know, my lord," he started, his voice low and hungry, "for a powerful entity, your wrists are awfully delicate."

He couldn’t help it. He want to trace his tongue across your skin, to feel your racing heart, to make you shiver and yearn for more.

“My power… they come from emotion and not physical strength, even though I don’t feel them myself.” You answer truthfully, only instinctively struggling a little as you felt his body temperature burning your skin,

His hold was unrelenting, his thumb never stopping its gentle, teasing strokes. "Emotion," he muttered under his breath, the word sounding like a curse.

He'd never been one for emotions, he'd shut them down long ago, and it had served him well.

But now here he was, burning with want, with desire, with the need to feel more, to have more.

He lifted your wrist to his lips, his breath ghosting over the delicate flesh, warm, enticing, before his lips brushed over your skin, and he let out a satisfied hum, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"You said I can ask for anything right?" he murmured, his grip on your wrist never faltering.

“Yes. Anything you wish for, and anything you may want.” You looked into his eyes, “A little… perk for my favorite soul.”

He couldn’t help the please chuckle that escape him upon hearing you confirm his word, reveling in the fact that he was your favorite. His tongue flick out to taste you, the smallest hint of desire seeping into his actions.

"What if I say I want to taste you, my lord. To know what it feels like to have you under me, to hear you beg as I fuck you senseless." He lean in closer, his voice a velvety purr against your ear, "I want to stuff you so full with my cum, you can do little but let me abuse you, my lord. Will you still fulfill my wish then?”

Your eyes widen at his crude words, a difference to how he usually act and your calm facade finally cracking.

“I-if that is what you wish—“

Without waiting for you to finish, he was already pulling you against him. His lips crashing down on yours, rough, hungry, and demanding as his tongue slip into your mouth before you can react. His body pressing against yours, lust pulsing through him.

He let out a growl as you whine, your eyes now filled with tears as you gag softly on his tongue.

He'd been watching you for decades, watching your detached expression, wondering how it would feel to crack your hard shell and make you come undone.

And now he was getting what he desired for who knows how long. He was unraveling you, making you cry and make sounds that no one else have ever heard.

After a few minutes you finally broke apart, a silver strand connecting you before breaking apart.

His heart gave a sharp thump at the sight of you, lips red and puffy, eyes dazed and lost, a far cry from your usual self. His fingers trace your lips, his eyes filled with an odd, heated possessiveness.

"Yes," he whisper, his voice hoarse and deep. "This is what I want, my lord."

Grabbing you, he pushed you onto the bed, pinning you beneath him. His teeth sank into your neck, biting with a fervor like he want to eat you alive.

To swallow you whole, to make sure you will always be with him and him alone.

To make sure that you won't look at anyone else the way he wish for you to look at him.

His eyes danced with dark, intense hunger as he watched you struggle to keep quiet, your efforts to remain silent just fueled his lust even more.

With a snap of his fingers, tentacles sprang to life from the shadows, their black forms slithering and reaching for you eagerly. Tugging and ripping your clothes in a ruthless fashion, leaving you bare and expose.

One long tentacle slithered up to wrap around your wrists, pinning them above your head. Another snaked around your thighs, forcing your legs apart, spreading you wide open. Leaving you completely at his mercy, and it fill him with a sense of satisfaction.

You struggled a little, uncomfortable with the tentacles wrapped around your body, but quite unfortunately used to it.

If you had a nickel every single time you got tied up by a soul you own.

You thought distracted as you remember the only other soul who had the audacity to ask for such a… outrageous request. Only focusing again when you felt a cool tentacle probing at your wet pussy trying to get in.

The probing tentacle slid against your wet folds a few times, slickening itself with your nectar before pushing past your tight entrance, sinking deep inside your body. Your body instinctively clenching around the foreign presence.

"Mmm, you're so tight, my lord,"

His eyes glint with lust and sadistic delight as he watch his tentacle play with you like a doll, the only sign of his arousal being the large bulge forming in his pant.

The tentacle wrap around your thighs tug at your leg. Forcing you to arch your back, to give it better access to your now vulnerable body.

“H-haaa…” you gasp weakly, your body trembling as you try to hold still, tears falling from your eyes as you felt the tentacles pounding against your cervix.

The sight only spurring on his dark desires, he decide he like making you cry, liked the contrast of your soft tears with your normal demeanor, the way you looked so helpless, so overwhelmed, so undeniably his.

"Such a good girl, taking it so well," he cooed, his voice dripping with sinful satisfaction.

The tentacle inside you curl and shift, pressing against your cervix with each thrust, as if trying to force its way deeper into you, to claim you completely. The pressure and pain from the tentacles only making you clench tighter around it, creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

"My lord," he moan, his voice thick with lust. "You're so beautiful like this, all bound and at my mercy. Your tight little cunt gripping me so perfectly."

Two more tentacles slither up to your breasts, wrapping around the soft mounds, kneading and squeezing the supple flesh.

One found your nipple, pinching and tugging at the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure and pain straight to your core.

“D-don’t be so r-rough… haaaa!” Your body spasm as you try not to scream when a second tentacle saw its chance and slipped into your ass, “N-not at the same time—“

His eyes gleam with sadistic glee as he watch you squirm and gasp beneath his ministrations.

"Oh, but I think you like it, my lord" he purr, his voice dripping with dark dark desire. "You're being such a good girl, after all."

The stretch in your bottom half painful, but it only seem to make your body produce more nectar, coating the plunging tentacles and easing their way further and further into your body.

Alastor drank in the sight of you, bound and helpless, stuff full of his tentacles, your face a mask of desperate pleasure and pain bliss.

He knew you were on the edge, could feel your body tensing, could sense your impending release.

"That's it, my lord," he croon. "Cum for me. Cum on my tentacles like the good little fuck doll you are."

"N-no… wait..t-too much…” you wail your voice rising in pitch, as your body tremble uncontrollably.

With a final thrust, the tentacle break into your womb, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You wail again, your voice raw and broken before a tentacle slammed into your throat. Your body spasm as your pussy clench and flutter around the tentacles buried inside you.

Drool escape the corners of your mouth, tears streaming down your face, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the tentacles continued their relentless pounding, fucking you through your climax, pushing you past your limits.

The tentacles showed no mercy, plunging into your abused holes over and over, the wet squelching sounds filling the room, your pussy gushing around the thick appendages, creaming them with your release.

Just as you were about to pass out, you felt a warm, viscous fluid gush into your stretched, pussy, the tentacles pumping you full of their essence before abruptly withdrawing, leaving you empty and aching.

Alastor gather your limp form into his arms, holding you possessively against his chest.

"Mine," he rumbled, the word a dark promise, a declaration of ownership.

He stroke your hair, his touch almost gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking he had just subjected you to.

"You did so well, my lord," his voice a soothing caress. "Such a good girl, doing all you can to fulfill my wish…"

“S-shut up…” you groaned out, something you would have never said if it wasn’t for the fact that your body was so throughly fuck by him, “D-don’t expect me to agree to this again… you’re too rough… even Zestial is gentler then this…”

Alastor's eyes flashed with a dangerous rage at the mention of another male touching you, his grip on you tightening.

“Zestial, my lord?” He repeated softly as you nod dazedly confirming your word, his hand rubbing small circles on your back his voice getting dangerously soft, “Are you saying you let him fuck you as well?”

“Who else has had the… honor of fucking you stupid my lord?” He asked his teeth extending as he nibble your neck,

“O-only him and you…” You answered not recognizing the danger you was in,

The thought of another demon touching you, claiming you, filled him with a burning rage. But he quickly tamped down on his emotions, "Only me and Zestial, hm?" He mused, his fingers tracing over the marks and bruises littering your skin. "Well, then. I suppose I'll have to work harder to leave a more... lasting impression."

You screamed when Alastor bit down on your neck and tore out a piece of your flesh. Gulping it down, savoring the taste of your delectable flesh before licking away your tears.

“Shhhh… don’t cry… you taste so good, my lord…”

As you start to calm down, the wound on your neck healing and leaving behind unblemish skin again. He snap his fingers, and more tentacles slithered out from the shadows, their black forms coiling around your limbs again.

A storm is coming.

Jotaro pulled down his hat as he heard the voice again, his eyes scanning the water as he look for the source of the sound.

This expedition should have ended weeks ago. But when he started hearing the voice, he had asked everyone to leave and continuing the expedition alone.

He can’t pinpoint the person or thing that’s been talking to him, only catching glimpses of them when he’s alone.

No one else seem to see or hear them so he can only assume the worst.

A unknown stand user.

A misunderstanding at best, and a enemy at worst.

He couldn’t let the crew stay with him while a unknown being is fallowing them. And he couldn’t just leave the being alone when they seem to be following him with a unclear motive.

God know what annoying abilities they might have.

A storm is coming!

“Tch…”

There was that voice again.

Jotaro eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance.

If this being doesn’t have a good reason to be bothering him like this, he will have Star Platinum ora them into high heaven.

Look out!

During the time he was zoned out, the sky darkened and the wind picked up. The next thing he knew a giant wave hit the boat hard enough to knock the entire boat off balance. Sending him off the edge of the boat.

Unfazed, he was about to summon Star Platinum to put him back on the boat, when he saw the flashes of scales.

In a instant he summon Star Platinum back and let go of the fences, before plunging into the cold ocean water.

As he sank into the ocean depth, he didn’t bother trying to save himself. Instead focusing on finding the being that has been following him for months.

It didn’t take long before he felt someone closing in on him. Just as he get ready to capture you with Star Platinum, he froze as your soft arm wrapped around his waist tightly.

He open his eyes to see you struggling as you try to carry him above the water, your tail fighting against the turbulent wave, not even noticing Jotaro staring at you as you try to get him onto the ship again.

He observed you silently as you struggle, his mind whirling. He never thought that the voice that he has been hearing would turn out to be a mermaid.

He had heard tales of mermaid as a child, but thought it was merely folklore and fantasy, even after learning of the existence of vampire and stands it hadn’t change.

But now? He’s looking at a fairytale in real life.

You were different from anything (including the various stand users and stands he have seen throughout the years) he had ever seen before, with ear fins and sharp teeth and scales that swirl on your skin like the ocean wave.

What were you trying to achieve by following him?

Were you just curious?

Or were you planning something more sinister?

As he wonder what’s your motive could possibly be, you finally managed to get him back on the ship again. The storm still raging on the deck as the water pour down on you guys.

You cough trying to catch your breath, before dragging him as carefully you can into the ship cabin, your tail sliding across the deck.

As you begin to leave, satisfied with your work, Jotaro sat up on the floor. Stretching his limb as he watch you try to get back into the ocean.

So, you didn't want to be caught.

But he couldn't let you go just yet, not when he have so many unanswered questions.

Without warning, he summon Star Platinum who grab you by the tail, and with a sharp tug pulled you back into the room.

"Why have you been following me?"

His voice was calm, but it was clear he wasn’t going to let you go until you answer his questions.

He didn't want another person to wreak havoc in his life.

He had enough of that with Dio.

“W-what’s grabbing my tail?! Please let go! They’re sensitive!” You ignored his questions, you’re minding being sent into a panic frenzy, unable to see who or what’s grabbing your tail as you struggle to get free,

"Calm down." Jotaro ordered as Star Platinum gave your tail another sharp tug, not enough to cause serious injury, but enough to make you yelp, "I'm not going to hurt you, at least for now. Just answer my questions."

“I was just curious! Don’t tug on my tail!” You cried out as tears fell from your eyes, crystallizing into pearls as it fell on the floor,

Jotaro let out a groan as he saw the tears, rubbing his temple in annoyance as you started crying.

Dear god, what had he gotten himself into.

With the rate the pearls are collecting on the ship, he felt like if you kept it up the ship will sank before he can figure out what’s happening.

Sighing again, he stood up and walked toward you. Kneeling down to your eye level before continuing, “Stop crying. I will let go of your tail if you promise to answer my question.” His tone was harsh, but his hand was gentle as he wipe away the tears on your face,

“P-promise?” You asked hiccuping as you look up at him,

“Yes, I promise.” He repeated, his gaze softening slightly as he look into your watery eyes, “now stop crying already.”

He rarely had the need to console someone. So he doesn’t have much patience to deal with crying and whining.

But something about you make him feel like he couldn’t just leave you crying on the deck. Star Platinum released your tail before retreating back into his body, as Jotaro picked you up in his arm.

"Now, answer my question." He said, a little softer than before as he put you down and handed you a towel,

“I-I was following you because I have never seen anyone as pretty as you…” Your voice was still shaky as you wiped your eyes and wrap yourself into a burrito with the towel given to you,

You’ve been following him, because you think he’s pretty.

He let out an amused snort at that, it’s definitely not the first time someone tell him he look good.

But it’s the first time someone managed to follow him for months because of it.

“Is that all?”

“Yes… I like pretty things…” you answered quietly, your ear fin turning pink in embarrassment from your own admission,

"Pretty things huh?"

As you nodded eagerly confirming your word, he look you up and down again. He couldn't help but think that you’re also the prettiest thing(?) he have ever seen.

He paused for a moment when he realize what he was thinking, before quickly pulling his hat down to hide the faint blush on his cheek.

“Did I say something wrong?” You ask as you move closer to him, trying to see him better,

“Yare yare…” He sigh before pushing your head down,,

He’s too old to be having crushes, especially not on a little mermaid he just met.

As cute as you are.

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“Jotaro!” You yelled out as you surfaced from the ocean, “I brought you gifts!” Holding out your hand eagerly, as you show him the glowing fish in your hand,

Jotaro looked up from his desk, a small smile tugging on his lip as he heard your voice, before standing up he walked towards the deck.

"What do you have…" he started before pausing, "You remembered?"

It was a specie of fish that he mentioned once to you when you asked why was he alone on the expedition. He had never actually expected you to find it for him.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of you, a little mermaid who seems to make an effort to impress him.

Maybe it’s just because you like ‘pretty things’, or maybe there’s more to you than you’re letting on.

“Do you always bring gifts to humans?”

“No, you’re the only one. I’m courting you.” You said matter of factly as you climbed onto the ship and look at him happily, your tail slapping against the deck in excitement, “I remember hearing that I have to bring gifts to court a mate.”

His mind froze as soon as you said that, his normally calm facade breaking for a split second before returning to normal.

“Court me?”

He repeated, his voice flat, betraying no emotion as he examined the fish still in your hand.

The excitement on your face was almost painful to look at. He highly doubt you realize the implications of what you were doing, or understood the concept of what courting actually is.

Your tail drooped as you felt the awkward silence spread. Seeing the conflict and trouble look on his face you ask quietly,

“Is my courting a bother to you, Jotaro?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw the dejected look on your face.

He doesn’t know what to say to you.

How to get himself out of this mess.

You were too naive, too oblivious to the world.

You don’t understand what you’re saying.

You’re mistaking what you feel for him.

He’s not a good candidate to become your mate.

The danger that comes with being close to him will endanger a normal person, least of all a little mermaid who can’t leave the ocean.

He doesn’t deserve to be with anyone, he will only hurt you.

He will only hurt the people he care about.

Taking his silence as rejection, you hold back your tears before placing the fish in a little tank and nodded your head.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to bother you…”

Your quiet acceptance stabbed him in the gut, not even bothering to protest or try to fight back against his rejection.

He hated the way you were holding back your tears, and he hated the way his chest was tightening whenever he see you looking so sad.

He could see the hurt in your eyes, But it’s better than you finding out the truth of how messed up he was. Of how many people have suffered because of him not being strong enough.

You wiped away your unshed tears before mumbling a quick goodbye and diving back into the ocean.

Not seeing Star Platinum instinctively lurched forward to grab you.

To stop you from leaving, before Jotaro forced him back

“Yare yare…” he muttered to himself, “What the hell is wrong with me?”

He had done the right thing. Pushing you away before you got tangled in his complicated life. Pushing you away before you get more attached than you already are.

It was for the best if both of you stopped here.

His fingers twitched as he walked back into his office.

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Jotaro stood on the deck as his eyes constantly scan the ocean looking for you.

It has almost been a month since you had left and you haven’t been back since. No more treasures or sea creature, no more soft giggling and clingy touches.

And he was losing it.

He was losing his mind over someone that he has only known for a few months.

It was ridiculous.

There’s no reason for him to feel so on edge because you didn’t come see him.

He should be glad that you finally understood it was a bad idea for you to be near him.

Yet, there was a pang of worry in his heart that refuse to leave.

Where are you?

What if you're sick and alone?

He immediately shot down that thought.

A stupid thought.

You've probably move on, found someone else to court. Even if the thought of someone else with you make him want to ora them.

Jotaro’s eye flicked to the conch shell and pearl on his desk before picking it up and examining both in his hands.

He still remember how you look, your eyes lighting up when you explained to him how the shell and pearl work.

“Blow on it… huh?” Jotaro muttered to himself, his fingers clutching the shell tighter.

It was a joke to think that if he blew on it, the sea will actually guide him to you, like a scene in those old fairytale books.

He shouldn’t do it.

It’s stupid.

But he want to make sure you’re okay.

With a sigh, he swallowed the pearl before holding the shell to his lips and blew into it.

He step back as a shower of glowing blue particles appeared before him, filling the deck with sparkling lights that were too beautiful for something that came from this world.

A path emerged from the glowing particles, leading down to the water.

Without thinking, without hesitation, he jumped into the ocean head first, holding his breath as he followed the trail, further and further under the water.

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You curled up on your bed, letting out muffled wail, your body flush red. You were burning up, burning from the inside out and even the cold water can’t cool you down.

Tears fell from your eyes before joining the piles and piles of pearl that surrounded you.

You felt like you were being burn alive underwater.

And that was the sight that greeted Jotaro when he finally found you.

He didn’t know what he was expecting to find.

Maybe a little mermaid, hiding and sulking in the cave, or maybe you clinging to someone else, already forgetting him.

What he didn’t expect was to see you in the middle of a bed of pearls, curled up tightly as you cry, clearly in pain.

He couldn’t think as he swam up to your side, pulling you against his chest and carefully turning you around so he could see you better

He cursed lowly under his breath as he saw the state you were in.

Your face flushed, and your body like a burning furnace in his arm as you cry in his arm. So far from the cheerful and energetic mermaid he knows.

“J-Jotaro?” You pant out, your eyes daze as you look up at him, leaning into his chest and letting out a content sigh as you finally felt some relief from the heat,

Jotaro pull you closer to his chest, not saying anything as he try to ignore the way you cling to him.

You were burning up.

He knew that.

Yet, a small, stupid part of his brain preen as you lean into his chest, mumbling his name.

“Yare yare. Don’t you look like a mess.” He said gruffly, trying to sound nonchalant as he hide his worry for you.

Star Platinum appeared beside him, letting out a worried noise. Silently roaming his hand over your body, trying to see for himself if you were hurt anywhere.

A cut, a tattered fin, a bruise, anything that can explain why you were in this condition.

“H-haaa… don’t touch me…” You cried out trying to dodge Star Platinum’s hand even if you can’t see him, every brush of his finger sending a overwhelming sensation up your spine,

Jotaro held you tighter to him, pinning you against his chest so you couldn’t move around.

“It’s okay. Just relax…” he repeated, trying to get you to calm down. “I’m just trying to see what’s wrong…”

A low growl of frustration escape his lips, he wasn’t sure what to do. There was something wrong, something was wrong and he can’t figure out what caused it.

“N-no use… I’m going into heat… too warm…” you let out a uncontrollable whine as you felt Star Platinum’s palm on your waist, “G-go away… I will be okay…”

He stilled, his breath hitched as he registered what you just said.

“You’re in… heat? Like for breeding?”

His voice came out strangled, as he mentally tried to push the perverted thoughts at the back of his head.

As you let out another whine, his eyes darken. You were still rubbing your face against his chest, clearly trying to find some sort of comfort, some sort of relief from the burning,

“How long have you been like this?” he asked, his voice low and calm despite the storm going on in his head.

He knew that he probably should have left you, to let you handle it on your own, but he can’t just leave you like this. He can’t just leave you alone.

“D-don’t know… can’t think…” you mumbled out your word slurred, “I can find someone else… n-no need to worry… don’t want to bother you…” even as you said that you tried your best to get out of his arm, not wanting to bother him anymore then you have to,

“You…” Jotaro cut himself off as he felt rage bubbling in his chest.

The thought of you with someone else, anyone else, send a violent flash of anger through his body.

“Like hell you’re going to find someone.”

Star Platinum hand grabbed your tail and gave it a rough tug, forcing a loud gasp out of you. The stand still look as stoic as ever, but his eyes filled with something dark, something ugly. Even if you can’t see him, the message was clear.

Stay.

You belong to us. To me.

You’re not going to anyone else

“You just need a mate right? Too breed?” Jotaro whispered into your ears as you started crying again, “I can help you.”

You don’t need anyone else.

“W-what?” You let out a noise of confusion before whining softly, “But you don’t want to be my mate…”

A part of him wanted to tell you the truth.

That he couldn’t be your mate. That you deserve better than him.

But those words died on the tip of his tongue as his mind repeated your word.

You was going to find someone else.

And deep down he knows he will never let that happen. He will never let you go.

You was far more important to him then he realize or he will ever admit.

He leaned forward, his hand grabbing your chin and tilting your head back as his lips crashed against yours.

He doesn’t give you time to react.

He can’t.

If he give you time, let you think too much, he knows you’ll find a million reasons to push him away.

This kiss was almost violent. His hand tangled in your hair, his tongue forcing your mouth to open.

You wanted to say more but you couldn’t, only letting out a muffled whine before tilting your head up more and allowing him easier access to your mouth.

You was melting against his lips. So soft, so compliant, letting him do whatever he want with you.

Fuck.

He can’t think.

He can’t focus.

All he can see is you, all he can hear is you, all he can feel is you, all he can taste is you.

You.

You.

You.

In this moment you were the only thing that matter in this world. He felt like he had been starving and you were the best meal he ever got.

Your tail twitched, and you could feel Star Platinum groping your body, rubbing your sensitive scales. He can sense your heat. He can feel your desperation.

Star Platinum let out a low “Ora…” before sliding his hand up and squeezing your breast roughly. As your body tremble from the sensations, you thought you heard a low laugh from Jotaro as he finally broke the kiss.

You gasped for air, feeling like you’re suffocating even though your gill is working in overdrive.

Jotaro kissed down your jawline to your neck, before niping you with his teeth, as Star Platinum’s hand slide under your corset and tearing it off.

You let out a surprise gasp, your breast bouncing free as Jotaro’s hand caress your face. He yank you closer to him, as if you could get any closer than you already were.

“Look at me.”

You look up at him, your body sandwiched between Jotaro and something you can’t see.

You looked so fucking cute, so dazed, so lost.

“You’re mine.” Jotaro whispered in your ears, his voice dark and possessive.

His eyes were almost feral as he looked down at you, as if he was looking at the most valuable object he ever owned.

He can barely recognize himself at this moment.

He have never act so desperately around anyone before. He didn’t even know he could.

But, seeing you like this…

It make something in him snap.

You were made for him and him only.

His hand slide against your tail as he felt the scales on your tail separating and revealing your tiny slit.

He could hear Star Platinum letting out a excited groan as he grab at your body, the stand eager to take you, to fill you.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you.”

He was aching to fuck you.

“Star Platinum.”

You felt something poking at your ass as Star Platinum prepared you. With a low growl, the stand moved it’s hand, covering your slit and slowly inserting two thick fingers into your slick, tight fold.

He didn’t give you time to adjust, as he immediately start thrusting in and out of you, the pace increasing as he got more in the rhythm.

“?!” You let out a loud wail as you felt something fingering you, your eyes wide with confusion and panic as your tight cunt clenched around Star Platinum’s finger,

Not that you can see him.

All you see is your slit was forced open before wrapping tightly around two invisible fingers. Nectar seeping out from where you’re being forced open, tainting the water around you as Jotaro hold you still. His teeth nipping at your exposed skin, as you thrash around helplessly.

You cling onto Jotaro tightly begging for mercy, for him to be slow down and be gentle.

Jotaro shoved his finger into your mouth shushing you, as he lick and suckle on your nipple. His free hand slide down to your waist, gently rubbing it as though trying to reassure you.

But the feeling on your tail was anything but gentle.

You could feel every inch of his fingers inside you, the rough texture of the stand’s fingers, the way it fill you completely, stretching you open aa he hit deep inside you.

“H-haaa! S-slow down…” you cried out, your body squirm needily in his arm, your tail bucking as though desperate for Star Platinum to hit deeper inside you,

Your body twitched in pain at being stretched open, but the heat was driving you mad with the need to be bred and filled.

To be stuff so full you’re leaking.

The stand gripped your tail harder, his fingers started to move faster, deeper, rougher, using your tail as leverage to push his fingers deeper inside you.

You could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling inside you. Your body tremble and you let out a loud squeal. Your cunt fluttering before you laid back limp, your eyes glassy as your body shook from overstimulation.

You let out a little whine as Star Platinum pulled out his fingers. Your body gave a slight tremble when you felt something thick and hot pressing against your slit.

Jotaro could see the flush on your face, your eyes, those beautiful eyes, glassy from the pleasure he caused, and it made him chuckle.

“Good girl.” He praised softly,

You were absolutely beautiful.

He rubbed the pre cum that oozed from the tip of his cock against your slit, teasing you, making you twitch, his eyes dark, hungry as he look down at you.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered, his hands moving to your hips, gripping them tightly as he thrust forward, burying himself inside you in one smooth motion, filling you completely as you let out a pained wail.

Star Platinum let out a loud “ORAORAORA” as he tightened his grip on you, holding you still as Jotaro started to fuck you, his thrusts deep, rough, and brutal.

He wanted to be gentle, he really did.

He wanted to take his time, to worship every inch of you, to kiss and lick every part of you.

But, seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so needy, so lost in pleasure, it was like a switch has been turn on in him.

You were a tight fit, every inch of you clenching around his cock, feeling so perfect, so right.

His pace was relentless, unforgiving, as Star Platinum pinch and squeeze your clit, making you whimper and moan and cry out, your body arching against him.

Your tail flailed around, hitting the sea floor as your body jerked and twitched, the water around you getting cloudy as you felt the pressure building inside you again.

Your body was aflame, desire and lust and need, all of it making you even more wet, as Jotaro's thrusts started to hit your most sensitive spot, the spot Star Platinum has been hitting with his fingers earlier.

“Please, Jotaro…” You begged, your voice pained, wanting him to slow down, to be gentle.

He didn’t listen to you.

“Cum with me, good girl… you will do that for me, won’t you?”

He wanted to hear you scream, wanted to make you cum, wanted to make you shatter under him.

Jotaro watched as you nodded, your eyes pleading with him, begging him to let you cum, to let you come apart.

You bite down on his shoulder, your body jerking, the water around you rippling as you came, your slick walls gripping his cock.

The sensation sent Jotaro over the edge, as he let out a loud groan, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed deep inside you, painting your insides as you continued to shake from your orgasm.

He didn't pull out immediately, he needed to keep you there, the feeling of you tightening around his cock, the way you felt, as if he was the only thing that existed.

Jotaro kissed the top of your head, “Are you okay now?” He asked softly, his fingers running through your hair before he pulled out of you.

Your body laid limply against him as you nodded, the water around you cloudy as his cum leaked out of you and into the water.

“Good girl.” Jotaro scoop you up, cradling you against his chest, his eyes soft as he began swimming back up to the surface,

When you finally reach the surface and onto the boat, your breathing suddenly became rapid. As you curl around Jotaro, your scale started fading into your skin. Your tail splitting into two perfectly shape leg, before your breathing calm down again.

Your eyes study your leg curiously, not seeing the dark look in Jotaro’s eyes as he stare at your still swollen and leaking cunt. Or the fact that Star Platinum has appeared again, his hand groping your soft ass both curious and filled with lust.

Your eyes widen when Star Platinum lifted you up, and spread your legs wide in front of Jotaro, his own cock now pressing against your tight ass.

“It’s best to make sure you’re properly bred, so you don’t go into heat again.” Jotaro said calmly his cock already hard again as he get ready to breed you again,

As a Marine Biologist he should figure out why you suddenly transform and if there’s any side effect.

He’s sure you will understand.

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Jotaro was focused on his report, his eyes constantly moving from the sea creatures’ illustration to the notes he made.

All was normal, if it wasn’t for the fact that Star Platinum cock is still lodge deep inside your cunt, and your womb stuffed with cum.

He knew you were there, he could feel Star Platinum inside you, feeling your tight cunt wrap around his cock as you whimper and wail.

He was aware of your state, your body floating in mid-air. Your face red with embarrassment, placed in front of a mirror, so you can see yourself as you get fuck dumb. Your body floating in midair as your pussy wrapped around nothing.

You were stuck like that, bobbing up and down everytime Star Platinum moved, completely ignored by Jotaro while you were plugged up by his Stand.

“Patience, little mermaid.” He said softly, his eyes never leaving the paper in front of him as you cum again,

He would remove Star Platinum when he was done with his work.