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At first glance the figure appeared to be a man. A man with widespread wings, pointed at tips coloured deep red and inky black. A man with a wriggling tail, slinking behind him, similar to that of a cat. A man that with every pore in his body oozed sensuality from foot to his silky blond locks resting on his head, horns poking out the same red black mix as his wings. His presence at the young Joestar’s bedroom window deep in the midst of the witching hour had sent Jonathan into a stunned silence. And yet, despite the natural instinct to flee that should have possessed his entire being at the creature who certainly was not a man before him, Jonathan was swept with a sudden sensation of wonder and awe, for he was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
The creature wasted no time in his approach, stepping with a light grace and distinct saunter intended to display the tightness of his clothes (also red and rather scanty that ran down barely past his upper thighs, leaving his chest bare), his slender yet toned form underneath it. In the darkness of night, the room lit by only the moon glimmering through the newly made crack in Jonathan’s curtains he could still see the creature rather clearly, as if it exuded its own glow. It placed a knee on the foot of the bed pulling himself onto it on all fours, his reach for the boy imminent in a slow crawl.
Jonathan, despite himself did nothing to alert anyone of this invasion, hardly moved except to sit up straight and perhaps wriggle back an inch or two, gripping the bed and clenching his toes. The creature in a slow motion reached forward with its right hand and pulled the covers from Jonathan’s bed, letting it slide to the floor with every agonisingly slow movement, exposing him in his striped pyjamas.
Jonathan's immediate thought was to cover himself, he was highly underdressed for public view and was washed with coyness, and yet with a gulp his hands remained in place. He had expected to be met with cold now he was revealed, but the hot summer night stopped him from feeling so, as well as the oddly succulent warmth that coated his body for reasons not related to weather.
His gentlemanly nature denied him from doing as such, but what he truly wished was to spread his thighs and let the creature do as it so clearly intended. Even Jonathan was not so naive that the reason one crawling into his bed with such an expression the creature held’s motivations were not unknown to him.
As the creature reached Jonathan’s foot, purposely landing on it, letting his fingers slide gently across the dorsal he felt an immediate surge of heat centre around his groin, the effect causing him to squeeze his legs shut, eyes bulging, glancing down at his crotch and back to the being, who flashed a toothy grin with narrowed eyes, a near glowing amber in hue.
“Already you bow to my touch,” he said, the first words uttered since their encounter. His voice just as Jonathan imagined it, sultry and deep, sending quivers through his entire body in ways he was not too familiar, though one place in particular felt it rather strongly.
“N-“ Jonathan began, inexplicably resistant to the words he was trying to let out. In a stammer of sheer determination he managed to splutter. “No! T-this isn’t.. it isn’t right.. it can't be… w-ait!” The words were weak and spoke not for his actions, or lack thereof, for by the time he had managed to say them the creature’s hand was atop his clenched thigh and Jonathan had barely moved a muscle in retaliation. Still faltering the creature found himself done with Jonathan’s petty attempts to deny himself from what he so clearly wanted and hushed him with a solitary finger pressed to his lips. Jonathan immediately complied and silenced himself, almost as if he was under a magical influence.
The creature formed a pout, pushing out his plump lower lip and canting his head ever so slightly. “What is wrong, boy?” he asked, removing his finger and allowing him to respond if he so desired. But it seemed whatever spell he had been put under was lasting for Jonathan, though his mouth was ajar, did not utter any such coherent words. His fingers curled into themselves, clinging to the bedsheets all the tighter.
“There is no need to play coy with me, my dear, I already know you are unable to resist me, I can smell it on you, if it wasn’t obvious to see.” The creature gave him a look he could not quite decipher, and spoke with a pressing tone, as if Jonathan’s reaction, his minuscule act of denial was odd. But that was dropped near instantly as it glanced down at his crotch.
“And my, aren’t you blessed with a mighty endowment,” he said with a chuckle and an arched eyebrow, wetting his lips with a slow lick, teeth scraping against them as they retracted back into his mouth slowly. Jonathan did not respond, only stared at Dio’s mouth in something of a daze.
Breaking his intense gape, the creature spoke once more. “Don’t you want me?” he asked, voice laced in faux sensitivity at the fact the boy had not spread his legs of his own accord. Jonathan imagined that such a beast would have had more than enough power to take him and use him as he pleased, but still he asked.
“More than anything!” Jonathan found himself saying without a second to consider. If one believed he was as red as one could possibly be, they would surely be mistaken, for as the realisation of his words registered, the deep blush spread to the tips of his ears, and he stammered. “I-I m-mean…!” No, there was no denying his want, his body and mind thirsted for the creature’s touch more than he had ever wanted anything in his entirety. However, he could not simply let himself be taken yet when- “I don’t even know your name.”
“My name…?” the creature repeated with a questioning leer after a pause, as if saying such a thing was odd. But he answered all the same.
“I, dear boy, am Dio,” he said in a hot whisper, hand creeping up further up Jonathan’s leg, causing him to tense hard, before relaxing.
“I’m… Jonathan. Jonathan Joestar.” He introduced himself as if they were at a formal gathering.
“Well, Jonathan, ” Dio replied, like he was tasting the boy’s name on his tongue. “Is there anything more you should like to ask me, or shall we proceed?” Sarcastic.
Furrowing his brow a little, Jonathan bit his lower lip before shaking his head. “Not… that I can think of,” he admitted. Though this was certainly not how he imagined himself to engage in his first… intimate action (he imagined it would be on his wedding night with a beautiful bride he had courted and cared for), his want for the creature, for Dio, was increasing every moment. “Just… what do you want me to do? I do not have any ex-" He trailed off, embarrassed, as if the chastity he had so proudly kept all these years while others around him faltered was now something to be ashamed of.
“A virgin!” Dio said with a hint of glee in his voice. “I should have known.” Jonathan flushed at that. Beyond simple virginity, he had not even touched himself while in the privacy of his own room. “Worry not, Jonathan, you just lie there and moan out of those pretty pink lips of yours.” Dio once again dampened his mouth with a slow lick of his tongue as he leaned forward, eyes locked solidly on Jonathan’s blue. “I shall give a little something extra, just for providing me such a delicacy.”
Just as he had approached the bed with no hesitation, Dio was on Jonathan like a limpet to rock, sucking on his neck while grinding a knee into his sensitive, fast rising cock. Unsure what to do with his hands, Jonathan left them on the bed, using them as a brace to keep himself from falling flat onto the mattress, though he was sure Dio would have no qualms with the adjustment. Snaking hands up and under Jonathan’s shirt, Dio stared up at him, a glint in his eyes.
“My, aren’t we hiding quite a body under there,” he said with red breath, tail wriggling slowly behind him, sending another gyration through Jonathan’s body. His voice alone begot a deep pang of arousal, and his member began tenting the fabric of his pyjamas. “Well, we certainly can’t have that!” Removing his lips from Jonathan for a long second, Dio grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off, the boy lifting his arms with complete amenability, unveiling his torso. Unsure of where to look, Jonathan tilted his head coyly to the side, eyes glancing instead to Dio’s wing, taking notice of its sheer width and span.
Realising his attentions had moved elsewhere, Dio frowned slightly, taking Jonathan’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, centring on his face. “Keep you eyes on me,” he ordered firmly, retracting the wings like a bird to his back and Jonathan swallowed a gulp, nodding.
Once the shirt was removed and the small exchange had ceased Dio lowered his head, lips again pressing against Jonathan warm tanned flesh, now with new access. Licks and nips trailed down to his chest, taking a moment to peer round at the birthmark of his left shoulder, an amused sound let out. Jonathan could feel his smile on his chest as his mouth reached the strong pectorals with the perfect balance of muscle and softness to earn a hard squeeze from Dio’s hand. Without warning he bit down a few inches from his nipple hard enough to evoke an “ouch!” from Jonathan, and leave indented teeth marks in his skin. It was more of a sharp surprise however and the sensation faded quickly leaving but a dull ache. He had built up a tolerance to pain at any rate and the next bite he was ready for, only wincing slightly before Dio returned tonguing and pecking, licking the dents and causing Jonathan’s nipples to peak.
His hands both then took a firm grip around Jonathan’s body, fingers digging hard into his flesh enough the make the boy grimace within his moans as the digits were dragged down his sides, palms feeling at the waist, feeling every muscle, every softness, practically reaching in to feel his guts, Dio worked his way down to Jonathan’s hips, resting on the elastic of his bottoms and underwear, finger digging in to hoist around both.
Jonathan looked into Dio’s eyes with nervous apprehension, body betraying him as his legs began to spread. The creature smiled widely and in one fell swoop, carried the clothing over his prominent bulge, past his thighs and off his ankles, flinging them on top of the previously discarded blankets.
Now Jonathan was completely nude, cock erect to its fullest, already leaking precome, despite the short time it had been, considering. Not that the boy would have known how long it usually took.
Jonathan, looking as an injured deer unable to run from its predator, eyes wide, startled and half accepting his inevitable fate watching as Dio let his own cock slide of the tight clothing that held it through a slit, otherwise his clothes remained on his person as they were upon entry.
The turgid shaft sprung out hard, despite having little attention brought to it. Jonathan wondered if the creature could reach such a state whenever required, or if Jonathan’s reactions were enough to set his cock twitching. Those thoughts however dissipated as he locked eyes on the organ.
For Dio to say Jonathan was blessed with a sizeable length must have been a mocking remark for his own was truly remarkable. To say Jonathan's knowledge of the average phallus size was by any means vast would be a lie, but even he knew Dio’s cock was certainly large and rather intimidating if he was honest. Yet as he stared at it, eyes practically glued to the exposed member he felt his own throb deeply, and his hole twitch in preemptive yearning, his want for it no longer surprising. How it was going to fit into his hole, Jonathan could not fathom, he half expected it to fill him up with the tip alone, and the experience to drive him to injury rather than pleasure.
Stroking the length of his own cock for a second for reasons Jonathan did not know yet, the creature’s fingers suddenly seemed to be wet with something as he displayed them to the boy, glistening in the glow of the moonlight as well as Dio’s own radiance. Was it precome? There was a lot of it, enough to coat his fingers fully, but perhaps that was Dio’s own source and supply of lubricant. There were no words, only movements as Jonathan felt a digit pushed inside him wriggle about within. The action gained the creature a squeak followed by an outcry and parted hitches of empty noise and he pushed in a second, creating a scissoring action which only drove Jonathan more. His toes curled and fingers balled and he writhed about, at the little action alone. Intentionally leaving the prostate aside, Jonathan thrashed, hips swaying and bucking, voice high and gasping, Dio’s name the only intelligible word to be heard. Dio seemed to respond well to that, and pushed in fervently.
Once Dio in his own mind seemed to deem him amply prepped and the digits were removed, again without warning. The boy let out quick pants, stomach relaying the speed, chest heaving rapidly. His hand rested on his forehead, wiping the beads of perspiration off himself, pushing hair back to expose his forehead.
Swift the creature was in his next movement, spreading Jonathan’s thighs completely apart, telling him to lie still, to which Jonathan obeyed, swallowing his nerves and letting his anticipation overtake him. He felt like a puppet controlled by the creature, bending to his will as if he were a mindless figure on strings. If Dio had told him to up and dance, he felt as if he would have conformed without the slightest struggle. But Dio did not want him to dance, he wanted him to to rest his head on the bed and be taken. And so he did.
Secreting enough precome to act as ample lubricant, despite already taking some for his fingers, Dio inserted himself into Jonathan’s virgin hole with a hardened thrust instantly and without a note of admonition, hit against his prostate. A rhythm was found, fast and hard and relentless, Dio’s fingers and nails pressing into the surrounding thigh flesh of his crotch, scratching and bruising as he jerked and rutted inside him.
It hurt, there was a surge of heat and dually cool with a harsh throbbing sensation that began the moment he was taken. Tears pricked the corners of Jonathan's eyes as he squeezed them tight before opening as the impact to the spot inside that he never knew he had sent his head into a daze of sensory confusion and pleasure despite the raw feeling in his rear. He allowed Dio to do as he pleased, caring not for the marks on his skin that would be inflicted and last for days, not caring about anything except canting his body to accept it all in its entirety.
“No, no, do not dare close your eyes, dear Jonathan,” Dio said mid thrust, voice lacking the panting breathlessness a human in the same situation would possess. “I want to see your eyes cloud, absorbed in black dilation, the lust for me in you spawned.” Almost instantly the boy obeyed the demand, opening his darkened beads and staring into the amber gaze of the creature. Dio smiled his wide smile and dug his cock in further, pushing into Jonathan’s prostate with a ramming force, eliciting a scream, his pitch raised higher than one would expect of one past puberty and a build such as his.
Dio’s hips bucked and smacked into Jonathan over and over and over again in what felt like an endless barrage, his immense shaft filling Jonathan to the brim and beyond, stretching the boy out exponentially and in ways he never dreamed would happen to him, not in a thousand decades. But oh, through the throes Jonathan was beginning to enjoy every second of it, feeling his ass pucker and swallow the cock, wanting more despite it being too much already. He was tight, so tight and Dio commented on it along with coos and grunts that joined his wails in a disjointed harmony, amber eyes glued to him, piercing into his soul as his cock pierced into his body.
It did not take long for Jonathan to come, of course it didn’t, how could it have? The boy had never even touched himself, he was but putty in the hands of Dio’s supernatural abilities. His cock, completely untouched, bobbing and smacking against him as Dio took him deep and long still met its release.
Jonathan's spurt was thick and warm, splattering over his chest and dribbling onto his thighs, leaving residual come on his cock, still twitching, the glow of orgasm coursing through his body as if a tornado had reached within him, swirling pleasure around his entire being. His pupils were so large they near covered his irises, his body was covered in a hot sweat, mouth loose and open, lips trembling with a near inaudible sound as if his vocal chords had reached their very limit.
But Dio was not done with him yet, for he still had himself to appease. Jonathan was little more than a cocksleeve now, barely moving only moaning and whining as the creature pumped his length in and out of the tired boy. Still obeying instruction with his head pressed on the bed, hair drooping over his face, sticking to his forehead, Jonathan looked up at Dio with tired eyes, dozed with arousal, mouth ajar to let out the noises. Dio grinned down at him, whispering “Not long yet,” as he hoisted up Jonathan’s legs so they dangled in the air under his hold, and pushed deeper inside.
With a few more thrusts Dio allowed himself release, tilting his head back with a somewhat dramatic swish of movements, and moaning loudly at the moment of climax, wings spreading apart and tail straightening to an erect point as he shot his ejaculate within the boy, clutching his body tightly with long fingers, keeping hold of his thighs.
And Jonathan gasped, eyes enlarging and body clenching with a jittering lip and sharp inhale of breath as the come entered his body. Unlike his own, unlike he had expected, unlike anything he could have pictured Dio’s come was… cold . Taken in by every other screaming sense that encompassed his body as Dio humped his hole, the memory of temperature had not been on his mind, but even his precome was not warm as it lubricated the experience, dulling what would have been an agony otherwise, he was sure of. His buttocks clenched tight in an immediate reflex.
The frigid temperature sent chills down Jonathan’s body, juxtaposing too heavily with the overwhelming heat that otherwise surrounded him in every pore. But somehow, despite the shock of such an unexpected occurrence, there was something rather soothing about it. As Dio pulled himself out, the cool seed leaked out of Jonathan’s used hole, his thighs painted with sticky white, body and cock still twitching a little. With the night’s warmth plaguing his sweat covered body all the more, the cold was welcome, and Jonathan let his eyes finally close, body relaxing spread in a star position on the bed.
Dio stood on his knees after he had sated himself, proudly staring at the aftermath of his work, giving his wings a solitary flap and lithely removing himself off the bed and landing on the floor, right foot first. He tucked his cock back into his clothing and about turned, stepping lightly and quickly away from the bed without a word, the same way he came.
Realising what was about to commence, Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat and words bubbled to his throat, leaving his lips without registering they had until it was too late to take them back.
“W-Wait!” he cried, too tired to stand, but regaining enough composure to sit upright- with an assistant hand to keep him in place. “You’re going to just… you can’t…” He should have been overjoyed, the monster was leaving of its own volition. He should have been swept up in shame and humiliation for having that creature, letting that creature use him. Yet everything within him wanted to call for Dio and drag him back, his stomach let out a pained pang at the thought of him disappearing without a trace. “Dio… "
Dio had made it to the window when he heard Jonathan call his name, voice soft, desperation and need traced with something more. He stopped, one foot on the ledge.
“Goodbye, Jonathan,” he said moving no more, not even to turn and face the boy. “I must say, I have not had one quite like you before, you were truly delectable, perhaps more so than you should have been. It was a delight to have deflowered you.”
And just as swiftly as he came, he left, evidence of his presence none but Jonathan’s painted body which soon would wash away into the nothingness of the witching hour.