You awake with a start to another unfamiliar ceiling and for a hopeful moment you wonder if you had ended up in a hospital, and it is only when you hear the familiar drawl of your fiancé that you are plunged back into the cold reality that you woke in. 

“ Ah , you are finally awake. Don’t pretend to be asleep, I can hear your heart racing from here.” Shirtless and glowing like an apparition, Dio stands before you basking in your venomous gaze as you lifted yourself to sit up from the large, crimson bed. He keenly picks up that your eyes flicker down to his adonis belt, and for a moment your chest beats irregularly and the air tastes sweeter before the intimate scent of your fear floods his intuitive nose. The blond had momentarily forgotten that while it was widely encouraged for young men to indulge in their devilish appetites, worthy socialites such as yourself had been largely sheltered from the opposite sex. You were blossoming at the mere sight of skin, and he could tell from your guilty expression that sinful thoughts had already begun to tug at you. Put plainly, Dio had buried himself many times in the thighs of prostitutes, but that thrill paled in comparison to finally claiming the maidenhead he vied so long for. 

As you push yourself up, you notice you are still dressed in the crimson velvet gown, however the stains that you had accumulated from your roll in the dirt had now vanished, along with any smudge that hid underneath your fingernails. Hesitantly you glance over to him, feeling something coil deep in your belly dangerously akin to desire . You had always admired your betrothed, his romantic and handsome appearance and even while thrust into the plot of a penny dreadful, you could not deny the pull of many years of pining still had on you. 

“Tell me something that only he would know.” The question leaves you before you can really stop it, reverberating off the heavy curtains and the grandiose decor. Everything, from the sheets to the wallpaper, sang with Dio’s touch as he always had an affinity for grandeur. 

Dio releases a soft chuckle, joining you on the bed by seating himself on the edge. In an attempt to be brave, you do not recoil but remain rooted to the center of the white pillows, feeling the familiar prickle of terror shiver up and down your spine. Unperturbed, he rests his cold, large hand over your small, hot one and leans back on his free hand. “My mother’s name was Elizabeth.”

Without wasting a beat, you reply, “That is an easy one, any devil who is truly good at deceit would know that.”

Again, Dio smirks and it is painfully nostalgic. For a moment you remember it, his grin flashing as you walked together careful to not touch by the riverside just a few short months prior. Something deep tugs at you, and tears begin to tickle your eyelids. 

The large, beautiful man begins to lightly tap his pinky against your still appendage, leaning back to look at you once more. “ Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out to the edge of doom . I wrote that to you, in my letter dated September 27th. The first one I wrote when I returned to my studies.” Before he had even finished, you had recognized the sonnet from the letter that you had most coveted. 

“Sonnet 116.” You whisper under your breath, your unseeing eyes dropping to your joined hands as you feel the cold sweat gather in your limp palm. The moment you had received this letter, back then, you had been flushed with desire from head to toe, the line reminiscent of to have and to hold, in sickness and in health , the same vow that you had longed to give him. 

“Correct. It would seem I have pushed you to the brink of doom, and you waver in your dedication. I am beginning to doubt the seriousness of when you pledged yourself to me.” He watched your expression waver again, grasping your damp hand on his own as he guided it closer to his clothed thigh. “Is this not the same hand that held you on the day of your father’s funeral? The one that penned you letters of affection, and bended to your girlish whims? I scoured your journals, your notes and have educated myself on all your intimate desires… and you reject me at every turn.”

For a moment the fervor of passion that licks his features switches to a shade of obsessive rage, leaning his tall, radiating form so you are shaded by his shadow in the flickering candlelight, “I could bring the heavens down for you to touch, and it would never be enough for you.”

At this point your noses are close enough to touch, and you are slowly becoming drunk on his madness, his passion that seemed to envelop you in, tunneling deep to your marrow and liquifying any confidence you had previously mustered. Again, your mouth moves before your mind can stop it, “It is the same hand that killed my driver, Albert.” 

As if struck, Dio’s expression disappeared instantly before letting out loud, rancorous laughter. “Yes, you mean the one that struck me with the shovel, correct?” 

Cautiously you respond, your fingers unknowingly digging into the meat of his inner thigh, “Yes.” 

A soft groan leaves his mouth as his blond lashes flutter close, and his pink tongue briefly flicks between his parted lips. For the smallest moment his pale hand crushes your fingers, before he guides it to the bare, defined planes of his chest. At the touch of his cool skin, you feel your whole body begin to quiver with horror, and something… something else you did not want to name. 

“Yes, yes, I suppose I did do that as well. If I told you that he had been vying for a moment alone with you, would that change your opinion?” He looks at you expectantly, and all you can return is a blank look before you realize he was genuinely asking. You shake your head no. 

Dio remains quiet for a moment with his head facing the curtained windows, deep in thought as his thumb brushes slowly circles the hand that he clasped to his bare chest. “I think I enjoy your fear more, it makes you more…” At this he turns again to face you, his intention plain as day, “--- appetizing .” 

There was no chance you could dodge him as he pounced, pulling your hand close to him as Dio pressed himself into you, almost suffocating you with the cold flesh of his defined chest. The man lingers at your head, his hands buried in your loose curls as he inhales deeply and looks down at your shocked face, “I smell your desire for me, so do not deny yourself. Submit to your fate, my pet.” He purrs this in your ear, and for a breath you can feel desire, lust , completely foreign to you begin to blossom between the apex of your thighs. 

His alluring body shifts down, crimson eyes coming to meet your own and ultimately you are close enough to taste him through your slightly parted lips. Without giving it second thought, he leans down to meet your lips with his own and instinctively your eyes flutter shut. 

Every magazine, every book could not prepare you for the passion, the thick yearning that came with Dio’s touch. While you had been chastely kissed before, this felt so intimate, so new you struggled to retain your breath. Dio guided your lips with his, flicking his soft pink tongue along your inexperienced mouth before it delved in feasting and pulling the very oxygen you struggled to hold on to. Lightheaded, your head slightly sways when he rips apart from you and even in the dimly lit room you see the shine of saliva that still connects you two. It felt terrible, wonderful… fresh, and erotic as your flushed chest rapidly rose trying to regain your breath. Faintly, you feel something dribble down your chin and your hand wipes it away, seeing the shock of red color your trembling digits. Dio had cut your lip, most certainly nicked by his lengthened incisor. 

When you look up to meet his eyes once more, no longer can you see crimson shine back at you, but rather his eyes shone like dark coals in the shrouded room, completely consumed by his pupil and heady desire. Again, there is no time for you to react before he is on you, sucking the weeping wound at your lip as they only grew more swollen and wet with his ministrations. Your jaw is pried open by his tongue, and you feel as if he is trying to devour you from the inside out, tasting, licking, biting every bit of flesh exposed. Your captor, your tormentor, your personal devil now satisfied with your mouth licked his strong tongue upward, kissing and nipping at the corner of your eye now flecked with panicked tears before he dove to the meat of your neck. Pain blossomed deep in the muscle, as you felt his teeth sink below your flesh and straight to a main artery. 

It burns at first, before you feel yourself shrouded in delirious calm, as if you had been suddenly submerged in honey and begin to drown in its saccharine embrace. Your panic breathing slows, and no longer you feel tears roll down your flushed cheeks. Your hands languidly rest on his shoulders, caught between pushing Dio away or pulling him closer. Through lidded eyes you watch your lover’s muscles flex and shift under his luminous skin as he continues to feed, before he pulls back and lets his head fall back and arms splay in pure ecstasy. A deep moan leaves the blond as his own chest rises up and down with his panting, before once again he looks back down at you with pupils blown wide, “You will undo me like no other.”

When Dio kisses you again, you are pliable, open and willing to his attention as he devours your mouth. There are moments, quicker than lightning, where he treats you gently and in this small time you imagine behind closed lids that this is the same Dio that held you with his burning hands, and had written you so sweetly. Between bites, he kisses deeply, between rough pawing squeezes to your waist he trails his fingers delicate along your neck. You cannot help but be consumed, as death certainly awaited you and the small voice inside you begged to live deliciously. 

Temptation was so easy to indulge in, especially when it wore the face of your deepest, private fantasies.

While your fiancé worked his tongue against your own, his hand grasped yours and guided it along his chest, before dipping further down and brushing his toned stomach. You feel his abs shudder against the light touch, and taste his desire as he pushes deeper into your kiss. Blind with lust, it takes a moment to recognize that he had placed your palm on his manhood. A shocked gasp tears through you and you turn your mouth away from him and pull your hand away as if burned. Dio hovers over you for a moment, his expression unreadable before nuzzling his nose along the unblemished side of your neck. 

“I understand your apprehension, my pet. It is quite large.” Something tightens in your belly as you turn your head back, feeling a hot flush radiate from your core and trickle down to your toes. “No worries, I shall prepare you thoroughly. It will be my wedding gift to you, as after this night we shall enter eternal life as husband and wife.”

Before you can question his odd response Dio is ripping the red covers off of you, completely exposing the body of your gown to him before he lifts the front of the heavy skirt and slide his knee right between your exposed thighs. In your panic, you had not been given the chance to realize that Mary had not dressed you in your undergarments or small clothes, and under this opulent gown you were entirely exposed. 

What you had meant as a yelp had come out a keening whine, feeling the cloth of his slacks press against your exposed sex. Gently kneeing you, he watched your timid gasps turn to panting moans and felt his pants grow wet with your arousal. Dio could taste it just from the air, and only felt himself grow larger with desire as your hands began to desperately clutch to his flexed arms. 

This feeling, this well of ardor that poured from you was unlike anything else you experienced before. Letting out a low whine, you find yourself panting and rutting against his leg desperately chasing something as he rocked against you. It felt like a wire was being wound in your very sex, building and winding leading to something entirely unknown to you. 

Dio watched you squirm underneath him, the pinnacle of his obsessive desire unraveling just from his light touch. He felt consumed by you, the object of his tepid affection that had followed him into ascension, this very human desire that remained after everything had been burned away. He wanted to fuck you, to enter you and shape your body to his, to ruin and descerate and burn this need that licked at his loins every lonely hour before dawn. Dio wanted to consume you completely, body and soul, and bury his desire, his infatuation, deep in his chest for only him to own. 

Pulling his knee away, you whine from the loss of sensation and bite your swollen lip before he leans down once more and kisses you softly. This time he does not bite or nip, nor force his way in and for a moment you are allowed to dream of sweeter moments. It was then, in your lust stupor you were slow to notice his hand at your chest, and the sudden distinct sound of fabric ripping and the clatter of several small objects falling to the hardwood floors. You feel the cool air prick your chest, and suddenly you see your breasts exposed to him, nipples perked in the biting air of the room. 

Something between a gasp and a moan leaves you, and once again Dio pulls back to hover over your exposed body. “Y-You ruined it. Why did you tear it?” It is the first time that you are able to form words, and any attempt you make to protect your modesty he swats away with a nonchalant hand. 

Huffing out a chuckle, before smirking and straddling your waist with his large knees, Dio touches each of your breasts with a feather-like touch. He drank your reaction, watching you shiver as he ghosted over your nipples, “You worry too much about the destruction of your gown and not your own.” He speaks plainly, pure honesty paired with his handsome smirk, and suddenly you are reminded of the very reality of this situation, and the terror that still remains no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise. 

As much as it sickens him, it thrills him just as much to see the terror burn in your eyes.

Before you can respond you feel the gentle grip on your breast turn pointed as he pinches your breast. When you opened your mouth to gasp, his sharp mouth latched on the other one and began to softly flick at the tight bud with his tongue, before bringing his mouth to suck on your breast. With each change you had given a stuttering cry, finding your hands knitting into the soft blond curls in an attempt to center yourself during waves of building passion. Dio can feel your hands writhe in his hair, desperately pulling his head closer to your chest as he pulls back for just a moment, to observe, to appreciate this beautiful, submissive creature he had found. 

When he switches to your other breast, he cannot help himself but bite the soft skin and directly drink from the blue vein that circled your areola. At this, your nails dig into his scalp and it takes everything in him to detach as your head lolls back and fresh blood dribbles down your panting breasts. Your vision blurs, and you can only hear and feel him shift above you, before cold fingers press into your wet sex and steal your breath away. 

Dio, taking advantage of your open mouth once again reclaims it, and begins to expertly pull your orgasm from you by rubbing his fingers in slow circles. Any inhibitions are forgotten, and you are merely rendered a beast of flesh, a carrier of biological intention as your thighs begin to rub together chasing the building heat in your sopping core. Something animal, based in pure instinct unfurls and you find yourself returning Dio’s cool fervor. Where he bites, you bite back, as his mouth pushes against yours you push harder back, bruising your already swollen lips against your teeth. When he releases your mouth and holds your chin in his grip, he is met with the look of his own personal devil, his base instincts being pulled from him startlingly ease. Amidst the fog of your own lust, your pink tongue licked at his finger, causing his grin to only deepen as he pressed your place most intimate harder with skilled fingers.  

Words cannot describe the hot sensation that curled in your stomach and radiated through the tips of your toes and the crown of your curls. Every inch of skin felt burning, exposed to his lechrous touch as he continued to guide you right to the edge. Your moans and whines had become deaf to your own ears, fully immersed in the feeling as it pulled closer and closer, bucking your hips faster and faster into his palm. Feeling right on the precipice, you feel him pull suddenly away, pressing his wet hand into your thigh as his other releases your chin and slowly hitches your leg over his shoulder. Split open, the night air licks the drenched center of your thighs and your whole body begins to shake with anticipation. You wiggle and squirm as Dio watches amused at your futile attempts to find release, to rut yourself over any bit of friction your body could find. 

“So desperate for my touch… I truly cherish you most like this.” His words rumble against your inner thigh as he tugs your waist closer to him, completely lifting your hips from the bed. Still wiggling, you are sorely unprepared for when his tongue began to flick at your core. You cannot help but cry out, your body shivering in pleasure as it tore through every sense you prided yourself for. Any words were reduced to begging cries, this time solely begging for your release from this tortuous yet sweet burning pleasure. 

You come undone when he inserts a thick digit inside and curls it, milking your orgasm in one swift blow. He can’t stop the moan that leaves him when the blond feels your walls clasp tightly around his finger, squeezing so hard it slipped out. A rush of your release pours out and soaks his thighs, as you are lost in the throes of newfound pleasure, legs haplessly shaking. His large palm rocks against your clit, and lengthens your climax as your body limply falls to the now wet sheets. 

Still riding the wave of your release, even his touch is enough to guide you back to climax. Hands fisting the pillows and sheets, you watched with lidded, cum drunk eyes as Dio undid his pants. 

And you are struck with the fleeting feeling that perhaps you should have been more worried about your destruction. 

Even if you had seen another’s manhood in the flesh, you don’t think it would have ever prepared you for the length that he brandished. With wide, glassy eyes you watched Dio fist the thick, large member, his long fingers barely touching as he grasped his cock. The room, now thick with the smell of sex, felt suddenly suffocating as you realized that he would attempt to fit that inside you. 

Your kidnapper saw the flicker of apprehension, and simply shifted your body closer so your entrance pressed against his freezing cock. You puff out a breath in surprise, and then another in pleasure when you feel the head of his manhood brush against your most sensitive point, before sliding back and resting right at your virginal opening. 

“ Please…” You whine, cry out breathless and at this point you are sure what you are asking for. Before you can decipher your own desire, Dio spears you with his own. The sensation is enough to decenter you, knock the wind straight out of you as you feel the blonde penetrate deep inside. While foreign, it feels deeply right and never in your life had you felt complete in this way. His mouth finds yours, and not letting you a chance to adjust, the large man fucks you roughly and deeply. 

Your tears, cries of pleasure and pain, he consumes as Dio feels you grip his cock with your addicting heat. He could die here, kill to be there, and surrender most of his pride just to feel the pulse of your virginal core milk his cock to release. Anything you pour out he drinks, and Dio finds himself drunk from just your taste and touch alone, a terrible combination for a hedonistic vampire. Pupils blown and drunk chasing his own orgasm, he watches you fist the sheets and pillow, fumbling for purchase as he roughly fucks your cunt like his own personal toy. 

This was his wedding gift.

You almost pull him over the edge when you cum on his member, squeezing him so tight he pulls out and simply pants. In the flickering candlelight, Dio’s length shines with your arousal and he feels the bed soaked with your second release. 

“Jonathan… Jonathan will come tomorrow in an attempt to steal you away with his pathetic heroics. He will try to kill me once more, and in order to shed my last dregs of humanity before facing him I needed to.. No, wanted to kill this lingering affliction.” 

You were still completely preoccupied with chasing your own breath, trying to still your still shaking limbs as your climax still left you sensitive and pliant. Unable to pull away, you let Dio flip you on your belly and pull your hips back to feel the bump of his cock against your quivering cunt. You mumble incoherently, a cacophony of please, stop, no, don’t, stop, please bubbling from your bruised lips only serving as music to your terrifying paramour. His large hand come to rest on the crown of your head, lightly pushing it deeper into the mattress as he once again entered you with blinding ferocity. Peppered with your moans you can hear the lewd sound of his hard flesh slamming into the soft of your ass, accompanied by your soaking cunt producing the most depraved, wet noises. Dio has begun to loosen the tight binds of his self control, letting himself sink into the pull of pleasure that your beautiful cunt had begun to milk from him. Deep moans and gasps poured from him, and just when you think that would be the final thing you heard before he fucked you in exhaustion, his hand tighten the grip on your hair and wretches your back towards him. Releasing the burning grip on your hair, he gripped your chin and painfully bent your mouth to meet his as he continued to roughly fuck you from behind. Dio’s tongue pushed against yours, his desperation plain as he tried to dominate every part of your body. 

In your delirious and suggestible state, you arrived at your third orgasm and found yourself grateful for his strong, bruising grip as you could only resign yourself to crying and shaking through the hot pleasure that ripped through you. Fully spent, he allowed you to slump forward but wormed his now free hand between your thighs and rubs your overstimulated clitoris while his cock continued to pound away at your tired cunt. 

Despite your limited experience and your lack of vision, you can feel that this time its different. Dio had begun to fray at the edges, the punishing pace no longer rhythmic but more sporadic as he buried himself deeply in your sex. Curses, melted with words of affection, and breathy moans began to fall from his own swollen lips as he felt you once again, approach release and grip his cock with that pulsating, warm piece of heaven that laid between your legs. His nails dig into your soft waist and the one fingering your cunt moves to grip your ass, and pull apart the fat of your hips to watch your sweet pussy devour his cock. 

It’s this sight that fully unravels the brutal vampire, pleasure cascading through every pore as he felt his cock pump his seed deep in your still pulsing core. Finally spent himself, and acutely aware of the heavy smell of sex and sweat that permeated the room, he collapsed on top of you. Once again you are pressed against the bed, feeling his weeping still heavy cock press against your ass as reality begins to trickle back to your senses. Dio remains there, your terrible dark prince, resting against your body and listening to the sound of your once frantic heartbeat slow to a rhythmic, lulling pace. 

“Dio… you are crushing me.” You mumble this into the mattress, and Dio cannot help himself but chuckle and toss his fluffy blond curls to the side. 

Raising himself on his forearms, he flopped next to you and began to idly trace circles against your hipbone. His head was leaned up against the pillow, an arm propped behind his head as the picture perfection vision of relaxation. Even after he had brutally fucked you and had pulled many lewd noises from your mouth, you couldn’t help but remain bashful despite it all. 

“That is the first time you have called me by my name, pet.” Dio’s voice guides you back to the room and away from the spiral of embarrassment that had begun to form. 

“I suppose I… I finally believe that you are him, my fiancé afterall.” When you say this you cannot face him, simply curling into your own body as you try to shield yourself from the chill that had begun to settle on your exposed flesh. 

“Then this next part will bring great sadness then, my beloved.” Confused, you turn your head to meet his eyes and find him once again sliding over your body and claiming your mouth with his. Drunk with desire, and the pain of yearning for acceptance you let himself claim you once more completely.

You feel his hands return to your chest, and instead of the tender touch you expected you are met with the most unimaginably, horrible, all consuming pain you had ever felt in your small existence. His tongue still deep in your mouth, the sudden agony that rips through every sense causes you to bite down on his tongue, sending a flood of copper into your waning tastebuds. Frenzied with torment, you looked down to be met with a vision of red, purple, and shock white in the place where your breasts should be. 

While you had sucked stupidly at your dead paramour's tongue, the devil had ripped open your chest, exposing your still beating heart and lungs to the open air still perfumed with your sex. Whatever Dio sees in your eyes, it flushes him with a venomous rage that causes him to grip your chin for the last time, and spit blood from his leaking tongue into your gaping mouth. For just a moment you flounder, choking on your own blood before death claims the light of your eyes and Dio drops your limp, lifeless body to the soaked mattress.  

Now that the last of his humanity had been killed, he was promised certain glory over the dominion of humanity. And more importantly, Jonathan Joestar. 

epilogue: future games

A few days later, Dio had been defeated by hamon power wielded by the determined Joestar heir. When Speedwagon and Jonathan had searched the ruin estate for you, they had encountered the massacre that occurred on your bridal bed. This time it had been Speedwagon tearing Jonathan away from your cold corpse saying that they must flee at once, lest Dio’s surviving minions would make another bold attempt at their already weak state. 

The next morning, when they had returned to collect your remains they found the room empty, a bloodstained mattress and ruined dress the only remnants of your existence. Frustrated, Jonathan and Speedwagon had exhausted all means to try and find where your corpse had been shuttled off to, before relinquishing himself to the reality of not knowing. 

Erina, upon learning of your terrible fate, had cried for a straight week and could only comforted to a restless sleep from Jonathan’s strong arms. 

You had, however, woken to the unfamiliar ceiling before peeling your nude body from the crusted, dried mattress. The very air around you felt overstimulating, and when you open your tongue to the exposed air you can taste the blood of rats pumping vivaciously through their fat, scurrying bodies as they scuttled about the decaying mansion. 

Like a bad dream, the hole in your chest was now healed and whole however the unmarred skin remained a tint more gray. Something you would come to learn that was only noticeable when the moon was at its brightest and fullest.

Despite your heightened state, you could not sense Dio. Thrust freshly into this newfound affliction, you got the profound sense you would be stumbling through it alone as Dio… Dio felt gone. It was as if in your slumber a new set of instincts had been hardwired in, and felt the absence of your maker deep to your genetic code. 

Licking your dry lips you feel the prick of something sharp along your tongue. Turning to face the only mirror in the room, you leaned forward to admire the two shock white fangs that grew from your gums. Still nude, and giddy with newfound prospects, you began to carve away your plans to live most decadently, and take full advantage of the curse Dio had forced upon you. 

Despite it all, you would keep living.