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Reclining on the plush, velvet and leather sofa, you took a sip of your drink and reflected on your life. You stared at the glittering crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling and swirled the drink in the golden, jewel-encrusted goblet in your hand.
You had spent most of your life working your ass off, trying your best to be the person everyone wanted you to be. And for what? You had been exhausted, stressed, and ultimately directionless and unhappy. You weren’t particularly excited about any endeavor you explored, even if you did at times find success. But now? Not at all. You felt relaxed and content. You had a purpose. You had found your personal heaven.
12 years ago, in the year 1990, the world had completely changed. Everyone who was old enough remembered the day the vampire DIO suddenly appeared, declaring himself the divine monarch of all humanity. At first, people had laughed at him – some crazy blonde Englishman, saying that he was a god? He was good looking, sure, but a deity? What? But they were quickly corrected. Dio established that his authority was not to be questioned, and he killed anyone who argued otherwise. Many people tried to defeat him, but no one came close. Entire militaries launched attacks against him, but to no avail. He had many powerful individuals fighting on his side, each with supernatural powers, and as for Dio himself… It was as if he had the ability to be everywhere and yet nowhere at once, and how could anyone stand up to that?
And so, the world adjusted. For most people, not that much had changed. Corporations still pursued profit above all else, people still worked for a living, and governments still argued and squabbled about how resources should be allocated. The only difference was that the eccentric immortal emperor of the world, Dio, would occasionally appear in random places and just kind of… create chaos.
Although he called himself the ‘ruler’ of the world (and no one disputed it lest face his wrath), he didn’t seem to rule at all. That is, if he did have any direction or plan whatsoever, he never made any effort to explain it to the populace. As far as anyone could tell, it seemed that he simply pursued chaos and hedonism in every way. When he got bored he would show up in a random city, inexplicably appearing to teleport there. He would then start destroying property and initiating orgies with the local populace. (A new industry had arisen from his propensity towards destruction; ‘acts of Dio’ insurance)
At this point, no one even tried to stop him, because so many people had died trying. In other words, the world just … accepted DIO as a part of life, a force of nature.
Plus, many people reveled in Dio’s shameless behavior. Because of Dio’s power and beauty (and his propensity for public group sex), it didn’t take long at all for a worldwide community to prop up of people of all genders lusting for the so-called god. Websites were dedicated to tracking Dio’s movements, trying to predict where he might show up next, and informing the world when he was spotted. Other sites were dedicated to sharing artistic depictions of Lord Dio, and written accounts of his exploits. Due to his vampirism, Dio didn’t appear in photographs or video, and so people paid good money for quality art and writings about Him. Some people actually made their living off of creating this kind of content.
But many people were not satisfied with mere fantasy. Thousands of people worldwide begged Dio to fuck them.
Happy to oblige, Dio had established a harem in his palace located in Egypt. Many of his fans said that this location was fitting, as he was akin to an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh – bedecked in gold and allegedly connected to the divine. It was rather difficult to become a member of his coveted harem. You had to get him to notice you first of all, which meant knowing where he would be – which was an impossibility in the first place. If you got lucky enough to encounter him, then you had to seduce him. Even then, it still wasn’t enough to get him to fuck you once. You had to convince him that he wanted to keep you.
Few had succeeded. But you had. You allowed a smug smile to grace your face as you reminisced.
As you remembered your first encounter with your Lord, you couldn’t help but run your hand down your body. The way you had bravely approached him amidst the carnage of his feeding, locking eyes with him and baring your flesh.
In the present moment, you teased your own nipple and took another sip of your drink. It was delicious, your favorite... But of course it was. Dio’s palace had access to all the best ingredients from around the world, with several seasoned chefs, mixologists, and herbalists on hand, meaning that you had the pleasure of enjoying the best of the world’s comforts on nearly a daily basis. You reached over to the marble coffee table and grabbed a bite of your favorite gourmet snack. You savored the taste.
Lightly running your fingers along your flesh, you brought your hand down to your most sensitive region and began playing with yourself. You reclined your head against the wonderfully soft, plush cushions of the sofa, and closed your eyes while you lost yourself...
As you moaned, you suddenly felt a hand in your hair. You opened your eyes and sat up with a jolt.
As usual, you didn’t know how He got there. No one understood how He traveled. But there He was. The object of your adoration. To you, He was The World.
You stared at Dio, your Lord and God, breathless at His beauty.
He stood before you regally. One hand was tangled in your hair while the other hand rested on his waist. His hip jutted outward at an angle which may have appeared unnatural and affected on another person, but somehow, when he did it he was the picture of grace.
Dio always dressed himself extravagantly, but beautifully. He wore a lightweight, golden silk shirt with subtle touches of green embroidery throughout. A rose gold necklace adorned his massive chest, peeking out from where the top buttons were unfastened. The shirt was gently tucked into his loose pants, which were a dark red color with solid gold hearts on the knees. Dangling from his ears were star-shaped, platinum earrings, and the hand upon his waist was decorated with two glittering jewel rings. Upon his head he also wore his favorite silver tiara with a dark green emerald in the center, which he had stolen while raiding some old castle in England. He preferred silver crowns over gold, as they accented his flowing, golden hair better. He also felt that the headdresses worn by princesses of old were much more tasteful than the large, garish ones worn by the kings and queens, who in his words, just seemed like they were ‘compensating for something.’
To complete the look, his smirking, cat-like eyes were accented by a dramatic sweep of black eyeliner.
He cocked his head slightly and smiled. “It seems you are enjoying yourself, my kitten,” His quiet, English-accented voice tickled your ears like velvet, making your skin tingle and your breath catch. His deep voice continued, “I didn’t mean to interrupt… Perhaps I should go.”
“N-No!” You reacted with little thought. To have Him in your presence was a cherished gift. Your hand thrust out, grabbing his wrist which was so large that your hand couldn’t even wrap around it. Your eyes were wide, desperate, as you silently begged for him to stay with you. You internally cursed yourself for your reaction. You knew he preferred you to show more confidence.
To your relief, Dio chuckled, and you saw a smirk on his face. “Oh? Well, tell me. What were you thinking about that caused you to have such fun with your body?”
You blushed and looked downward. But you had to answer. Dio did not stand for his servants avoiding his questions.
“I… I was thinking about when we first met, my lord.”
“Ah, of course you were… You are always thinking of me, aren’t you? At this point, I doubt it is even possible for you to become aroused by anyone else.” His arrogant voice filled the air as if it were dancing around you while his eyes freely explored your body. He moved his hand away from your hair, cupped your chin in his hand and gently directed you to make eye contact with him. “Hm. Pardon me, but you’ll have to remind me of how we met, my darling. My memory can be fuzzy at times.”
You weren’t sure if he honestly didn’t remember, or if he just wanted to hear the story from you. It was entirely possible that he didn’t remember. Dio had easily had sex with at least a thousand people by now and you were likely around the 20th person to be invited into his harem. It was fortunate that as a vampire (or whatever he was exactly), he was immune to STDs and couldn’t carry them either. However, although you weren’t going to catch anything from Dio, it was still a dangerous game you were playing. Dio only kept up to 10 “pets” at a time. Usually, people would leave the harem simply because he grew bored and ‘set them free’ (which was never what they wanted), but it wasn’t unheard of for him to lose control while feeding and accidentally kill one.
Regardless, Dio had asked you to tell the story, and so you did.
“Of course my Lord, I would be happy to tell you,” you spoke, recounting the your first meeting with the most perfect being you’d ever laid your eyes on.
“I was in Tokyo for my master’s program. It … It was very difficult. I wasn’t getting enough sleep and I was so stressed all the time. On top of that, I wasn’t even sure I was enjoying it, like was I just doing this because I was good at it and I thought people wanted me to…? --- Ah, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be rambling about all this!” You buried your face in your hands, embarrassed.
Dio smiled gently and patted your head, “It’s quite alright, my pet. Why did you study in Tokyo? You’re not from Japan, are you?”
Relieved by your god’s good mood, you shook your head and stated where you were from. “...but I was always interested in Japan, ever since I … well, it’s rather silly, but it started when I got into anime. I started studying the language and when I got the offer to study in Tokyo, I took it without hesitation. I had visited before and I just felt like I fit in somehow, even as a foreigner. I .. You see, I was always rather shy--”
“Hmm,” interrupted Dio, “I don’t know what ‘anime’ is, but I don’t blame you for being intrigued by Japan. I was quite fond of this one Japanese boy I met in the late 80s. It’s a shame I had to kill him and all of his friends. Hm, not really. Anyway. Tell me what made you approach me, Dio.”
You figured he would redirect the conversation towards himself at some point. He usually did. You didn’t mind. He deserved to be the center of attention, after all.
So you told him, “Yes of course my Lord. You see, I had always been enamored with you ever since the historic day when you revealed yourself to the world. I looked at artists’ pictures of you almost every day, and I read anything I could find about you. I read descriptions of your public appearances as well as ….. uhm….” you blushed, “written ... fictional … depictions of you.”
Dio laughed – a beautiful, harmonious sound that you treasured above all else, “Ah yes, I’m familiar with the concept. You refer to ‘fanfiction’?”
Your cheeks felt hot, red with embarrassment, but you continued, “..Well yes sir. As your divine glory cannot be captured by photographs, video, or even audio recordings, your worshipers tend to get creative.”
Dio grinned wide enough to show his sharp canines, and his eyes glittered. His voice was jovial, “Someday, you’ll have to show me your favorite fictions about me. I would very much like to read them. Anyway. I know that you were obsessed with me. Most people are, after all. How could you not be? Tell me about our meeting.”
You swallowed, understanding that he wanted you to get to the main event already.
“I read online that you had suddenly arrived in the Shibuya district. I wasn’t sure it was real, but then I looked outside my window and I could see people walking toward the subway station. Way more than usually would be at this time of night. Honestly, I still didn’t believe it, thinking it was a hoax. But I thought.. maybe it was true...”
You gulped as you pressed on through the shame and embarrassment that bubbled up within you.
“My Lord, I was so excited I thought my heart might stop. In my life, I have ….” you sighed, “I have … brought myself to climax while thinking of you … countless times. Still, I had never really considered what I would actually do in your presence. But it was like an instinct.. I knew… I knew that I needed to be … to be taken by you.”
Dio rewarded you with a smug smile and a gentle pat of your head, his eyes silently willing you to keep going.
Your voice was still quiet, but more steady. “So I quickly put on the nicest outfit I owned and made myself look as appealing as I could. I ran to the subway and got onto a very crowded train toward Shibuya. It wasn’t hard to find you, Lord Dio. I simply followed the stream of the crowd. You were the destination of all people on that night. Eventually, I found you. A dense crowd was gathered near a clothing shop. Its wall facing the street had been destroyed, and there was an area that previously had some displays set up upon a raised platform. The merchandise had been tossed out, and you had put a chair in its place. You sat there as if you owned the place, which, in a way you did because the entire world is yours after all... People swarmed around you, clawing and climbing over each other to get close to you.”
You heard a quiet mmm rumble from Dio’s throat. Perhaps he was enjoying reminiscing.
“Lord Dio… You had this… Gorgeous, condescending smile on your face as you looked down at all of the worthless people who were hoping to gain your favor. You already had a woman kneeling between your legs. And she was…”
You hesitated. Even with 10 years of following Dio’s holy creed of hedonism and pleasure, it was very difficult to break a lifetime of conditioning that told you it was wrong to openly say such lewd things as what you were about to say. But you looked upon your Lord’s face and saw an encouraging smile.
You found the courage to say it, “...She was sucking your cock. Well, she was trying. She was struggling. It was enormous, it was unbelievable! But on your body it was the perfect size. It was my first time ever seeing you in person, and I thought I might go mad with desire. Everything I read about you before paled in comparison to the real thing. I knew .. I needed to take that unworthy woman’s place.”
Your voice increased in pace and volume as you built up your confidence.
“Suddenly, you grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her into your lap. You sunk your teeth into her neck and began feeding. I could hear your moans from the taste of her blood, and I felt such arousal that it was almost painful. I never thought I would be turned on by such violence, but... it wasn’t the blood exactly, it was just the knowledge that you were pleased. It was the sounds of pleasure that you were making. That is what made my body throb and ache with desire.”
Dio closed his eyes and sighed. It seemed that he was enjoying your narrative. He grabbed your hand and placed it onto his crotch, where you could feel a distinct hardness. You rubbed it as your breath increased in pace.
“Right after that, you beckoned a man from the crowd to take her place on your cock. However… Someone other than the man you called clamored over him and came towards you instead. This was blasphemy, to deign to touch you without your permission, and to attempt to subvert your direct orders. With more speed and grace than anyone could comprehend, you snapped his neck. You established definitively that the only people who would be allowed to touch you were the people to whom you granted that honor.”
The hardness under your hand had grown in size. You could see the tent in his pants.
“You tossed that man’s dead body into the crowd, and his blood spurted everywhere. Most people were frightened by this and scattered. But I was not deterred. Quite the opposite. I was even more fascinated by you. The man you had initially beckoned rather hesitantly climbed up towards you. He knelt and began licking your tremendous cock while you resumed with devouring the woman in your lap. You must have been hungry, as you finished her off quickly and tossed her dead body into the crowd. I remember you leaning your head back and uttering a sound that was a bit like a mix of a sigh and a growl. This sound… It was like it activated some sort of long-buried prey instinct within us humans. We all understood, deep down, that you weren’t finished.”
Dio finally groaned and gestured for you to remove his cock from his pants. You did so, and began stroking his impressive length as you continued with your story.
“As people sensed that you were devolving into a feeding frenzy, they began to quickly disperse, overcome with fear. The man between your legs suddenly panicked and tried to run. You laughed and in a blink of an eye, you were suddenly on top of him, pinning him onto the floor. He screamed while you sunk all of your fingers into his body, draining his life in an instant.”
“At this point, most people were fleeing to escape the violence. But there were still many remaining. Most of them were prostrating themselves before you, muttering prayers or masturbating… I was one of them. About a dozen people had begun engaging in an orgy. I could hear almost everyone moaning or screaming your name in Japanese: Dio-sama. Goddamn, I always loved how that sounded… Dio-sama…”
You reached down to your own need and began stroking it as you let out a moan.
“I felt that this was it, this was my moment. I stood and walked towards you. I stopped several feet away. I began stripping my clothes off while I maintained eye contact. I .. I felt that I needed to do something to impress you, to show you that I wasn’t like the others. And so I reached down towards the corpse of the first man you had killed, coated my hands in his blood, and rubbed his blood across my body, using it as lubricant to stimulate my nipples. With my other hand, I began touching myself while looking at you. I knew that there was a chance that I would end up like one of the three people you had used and then killed. But I didn’t care. Even if the only way that my body could please you was to be a source of food, the knowledge that I had served you, a God, would make this the happiest day of my life.”
Dio uttered a quiet fuck as he thrust into your hand. He gazed down at you intensely. Suddenly your surroundings changed; he had used his mysterious powers to transport you elsewhere.