Giorno was flying back to italy. He was skimming the ocean with a surfboard. He went so fast that he made waves to surf on.
He thought to himself. How ironic he is the son of dio which means god in italian marrying diovolo's daughter which means the devil in italian. I guess opposites really do attract.
He passed the local coast guard.
They looked at him.
Then they started chasing him. "Stop, your uh … surfboard is going past its speed capabilities?" It was too late as Giorno went even faster spraying them.
"Well we tried." he slowed down as he neared the shore.
The people at the beach cheered.
They have never seen a person get so many waves.
He got a medal for winning the surfing contest that was being held.
He walked toward the hiding place of Trish una, her mother and her bodyguard Pericolo.
They watched as a figure approached the cameras.
The figure stepped out of the shadows.
It was giorno.
He looked older, like he was 20.
It looked like one of the Olympian statues had come to life. How did he find us?
He walked up to the door and looked up at the camera. "Open the door, i'm here to see trish."
They look at each other.
They unlocked the door and he entered.
He walked up the stairs and stood there at 6'.
Trish looked at Giorno in amazement.
"Do you want to be mine forever? I will protect you. You would be my angel. " There was a pause.
Trish's face grew red. She looked over at her mother Donatella.
She looked in fear then she smiled and nodded. He understood you had to have parental permission to marry underage in Italy.
"Yes, I will be your angel." as soon as she said that. She grew taller to 5"6. She has a 6 pack. She was now a d-cup.
Her body was more sensitive.
Her clothes grew and were the same. a pattern was added to the skirt.
She was 20 years old forever. A staff appeared in her right hand. She looked down.
Everyone was surprised except giorno.
He walked over and kissed her. "Your daughter will not die because she is immortal now. She is my angel."
"This is amazing," said trish.
Her mother was crying for joy because she saw her daughter grow up before dying a year later.
"I will look after your mother," said pericolo.
They walked outside saying goodbye. The grand priest appeared next to them.
"So you have chosen, and what a pretty angel at that. I will take you to your new planet. Don't worry you can always come back anytime after all your zeno's equal. "
they grabbed hold of his shoulders as there was a burst of light as they were shot into the sky.
They passed by king kai's planet.
They waved at them. Bubbles, Gregory and king kai looked in amazement.
They went in a direction Opposite of lord beerus's planet.
They went into a solar system of 3 moons and lord giorno's planet.
The planet was the size of double king kai's, with a yellow sky, golden trees and green grass.
In the middle was an Italian style mansion.
With a lake to the side of it.
There were golden trees outside the mansion. They landed.
"This is 44 minutes from earth. Enjoy your new home." the grand priest left.
They went inside the mansion.
It had everything they would need.
The dining room had a look under the lake with sea creatures from italy.
It was late and they went to find their bedrooms but only found one.
Inside was a giant bed. Both Giorno and Trish's faces grew red. They both picked a side.
The M is there for a Reason :-) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Trish always went and took a shower before going to sleep.
Water sloshed around as she slowly moved her legs, "Trish?" She almost slipped under the water of the large bath at the sudden intrusion
"Giorno!?"
"Hey." He smirked softly, popping out of the mists.
She silently let herself slip further into the water, hiding her cheeks as best she could without blocking her own air as she nodded gently, water sloshing around at the motion.
She hated how her skin was starting to feel hot in a way that was making her thighs wanna rub against each other again.
Giorno softly entered the waters himself, the warm bath rippling around as his mass displaced what it could, gently tugging her leg onto his lap as he did so.
She barely remembered that Giorno hadn't seen her naked, "Okay, it might hurt a bit at first, but I promise It'll feel better by the time I'm done."
She nodded again, almost melting into the contact.
His soft rubbing motions turned into ripples of pleasure that vibrated up her spine, making her groan and fight against the moan trying to make it through her throat as his rough fingers massaged her thighs and calves.
He focused on a knot, his fingers moving expertly over the muscle, skilled motions making his fingers slip into her supple flesh, making her gasp and whine against the contact, making her toes curl involuntarily in the building pleasure. "You are way too good at this…"
"I'm guessing you like it?" Giorno snarked back, caressing her leg softly from her ankle to her upper thigh. Trish gripped onto the sides of the tub as she continued her fight against the moan in her throat, her legs twitching lightly at the sensation of his hand moving closer to her yearning lower lips.
She whined at the sudden contact, her skin burning, yearning for more contact.
He gently touched her inner thigh, the sudden sensation jolting her out of those thoughts, her body screaming with pleasure as her upper torso jerked with the sudden spark of ecstasy making its way up her spine, another moan escaping her lips as her head rolled back.
Giorno began gently massaging the soft skin of Trish's inner thigh, careful not to work too roughly.
Trish's soft mewls were his reward, her own hands trying to goad his to go a little higher.
He removed one hand from the warmth between her legs to gently cup the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. Trish melted into his mouth, her tongue almost instantly seeking the warmth of his. Giorno's hand slid from Trish's neck to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer to him until she was nearly straddling his lap.
Trish's thighs before sliding up to gently stroke the outer folds of her entrance.
"I-Giorno-" Trish gasped, her face full of want, even as her teeth clacked she gasped into his mouth.
"S-stop teasing me already..." Giorno gently pressed his thumb to Trish's clit, careful not to overstimulate her as he slowly pushed a single finger past her folds to tease at her insides.
"Like that?" Trish responded by attacking his mouth with renewed frenzy, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding into his hand seemingly on instinct. Giorno increased the kneading of his thumb as his finger searched for the spot.
"M-More, faster, please Giorno-" Trish flinched, moaning against him harder, pleasure filling her system. Giorno smiled as he gently circled the differently textured spot within her and the pleasure seeping its way into Trish's face was a sight to behold.
Trish's shaky eyes landed on him, confused but oh-so-aroused to question just what he was doing.
He gently rubbed the spot causing her to shiver with pleasure, water rippling as her legs twitched and her back arched into him, her eyes began to flutter and her breath hitched.
"Giorno, oh my -."
Trish seemed to tense like a spring before snapping with a high pitched gasp, melting into deep, shuddering breaths as the spring snapped and- He started rubbing the spot again.
All coherence left Trish's mind as the wave of pleasure suddenly started building up again, her breath lost in her chest as she felt every neuron in her fire at the same time, overloading her senses with pure pleasure-
The spring snapped again.
She started panting trying to catch her breath before he started up again, not even out of the aftershocks before the spring snapped again.
For a moment, the only thing in her mind was the pleasure he was letting her feel.
She didn't know how many times that spring had snapped as she was consumed by pleasure, in her own bubble of pleasure with just him. But he slowed down gently, at last, letting her ride out her final climax to its end.
After half a beat of grabbing her breath, Trish was back on him, her hands furiously reaching down to grasp his girth with a smile, giving it a few experimental pumps before gently pushing Giorno back a little.
The young woman carefully pushed herself up to straddle Giorno properly, rubbing the head of Giorno's rod against her before slowly inserting it inside, taking it slowly.
After the torrent of pleasure he let her feel, the anticipation of getting full was a heavenly sensation, and she wanted to feel every millimeter of him as he parted her, filling her to the brim.
Completing her. The gasps that she was eliciting from Giorno was just the cherry on top. Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling him back into her exposed chest as her hips finally touched his in a final grunt on both sides.
She gave a breathless giggle, pushing him away to look him in the eye. "Do you love me, Giorno?"
"L-like you need to-" he gasped, grabbing onto her hips to stabilize himself, "ask."
With that encouragement, Trish smiled widely before beginning to raise and lower herself, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. Tender and passionate.
"I love you- hah- I love you too." Trish slowly picked up the pace, tenderness lost in the waves of pleasure and passion, relishing in the fullness that was was dumbstruck by how one person could make her feel so satisfied in every stretch of the imagination.
Trish lost herself in the moment as she slowly built speed, riding her lover with reckless abandon, another climax building up with each thrust.
Judging by the look on Giorno's face, he wasn't far felt that coil tighten again and before it could snap, she crashed her lips onto his, kissing him deeply as her insides twitched and convulsed with her climax, her hips rubbing against the base of Giorno's pelvis as she rode it out.
That, with the addition of the tightness that came with her climax, Giorno couldn't hold back either. The sensation of him pulsing inside her only intensified her own climax.
The man shuddered, unable to speak as he wordlessly growled into Trish's mouth, the mutual climax making his own mind go a few more languid strokes, Trish dismounted with a satisfying pop that sent shivers down Giorno's spine."T-that was… amazing..." he mumbled out, still trying to come down from the high of his own orgasm.
Fasha turns over. She wakes up where she was in her bed with a mountain of a man hugging her. "Are you my angel. " he whispered
"yes" she said.
Then her skin grew more sensitive. Her breasts grew from a D to an E-cup, and a staff appeared on the wall. Her clothes color changed to angel color with a pattern on them.
The moment his hand caressed her shoulder she moaned, the sensation that was so familiar now so alien and so exciting.
The ache left in waves as he rolled her under him, straddling her waist as his piercing blue eyes looked down on hers.
She was happy, face splitting to a smile even with the small moans escaping her lips.
"It's- It's better now…"
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked tenderly, looking scared to move.
She shook her head. He gulped and nodded and responded, hand ghosting over her skin again.
She just wanted him to touch her again.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." Then, he touched her again, her back arching into the contact desperately as his hand pressed against her stomach, slowly pulling up his T-shirt off of the area.
His other hand snaking under it and rubbing over the exposed skin so gently.
She had to bite her lips to stop moaning again.
Then, the princess nighty was bunched up on her torso, her breasts free to tingle with the cold of the night.
but from the look on his face, she knew he wouldn't forget.
Somehow that made her tingle more. "You are beautiful…" he breathed out, hands slowly racking their way up to her exposed bosom.
"C-Can I?" He had leaned down slightly, instinctually. His breath against the skin of her breasts felt like jolts of pleasure striking right against her spine.
She wanted him to touch them, her back arching again, just to get a little closer to his mouth, his warm breath.
"Yes," she moaned out, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as her eyes squeezed shut and she savored his touch, his hot breath across her skin.
"Please…" As his hands touched the area, her legs jolted under her, thighs snapping together as the feeling of pleasure overrode her senses, body twitching at the over stimulation.
She couldn't even hold back her moans as she felt something hard and hot pressed into the skin on her stomach, the heat radiating through her core, where his- his… Oh… That's… She looked down at the source of heat and her mouth fell open.
still not quite believing, "It's huge." The head of his rod was pushing against her, the fabric of his elastic shorts barely holding it back, straining hard enough that Fasha knew that those shorts would never be the same again.
The heat spreading across her skin, the empty feeling she was feeling with pulsing more and more, she could feel something on her start to fill with blood too.
She felt hot on her lower lips. Then his finger strayed too close to the bundle of nerves on her breasts, erect and aching much like their counterpart on her lower body.
Jotaro paused, looking like he was arguing with himself internally. Then his head leaned further down, breath against her nipple, eyes on her face to see if she had any objection.
She didn't. His tongue slowly poked out, and with a delicate press, gave her an experimental flick on the nipple.
She felt her insides twitch as her breath hitched, heat pooling up in her core.
"M-more~" Jotaro complied, lapping his tongue around her sensitive button, causing her insides to twist so pleasantly.
Managing to get control of her hands, she reached out and grabbed his head, pulling it closer.
Pushing his lips and face harder against her breast in an attempt to get more of the sensation, to bring her to the end of the road her body was leading down.
Her legs finding enough grip to raise her hips up, giving her space to flex her hips, rubbing her soft skin along his hot and heavy rod, the member brushing against her stomach and chest sending sparks up to her brain in all of the best ways.
Jotaro groaned against her breast at the sensation, the vibrations of it feeling so so good.
Then her legs lost their strength as the wet feeling of his mouth locked around her nipple, sucking on it lightly. She felt light-headed, lungs burning in her chest as she started to hyperventilate.
But… "It still feels so empty... down there…"
Jotaro's ears all but twitched at her whine, his eyes, now swimming with lust, locking onto hers. She moaned at the look he was giving her. He pulled back from her nipple, tugging at it with his teeth softly as he did so.
"I can help." She didn't even know his voice could get so husky. His head dived back onto her nipple and she whined, thinking that was the only thing he was going to do.
Then she felt his other hand on her thigh, then she felt it pull her whole body up as he shifted, moving until he was sitting under her, back arched as kept his mouth and lips where they were, drawing more gasps from her lips.
For a second his massive length ground against her thighs and around her core, the emptiness throbbing in response to the stimulation. The huge rod rubbing along her skin was driving every sense into overdrive, the heat from him melting her insides.
She felt more warmth from inside than she ever had. The fact that the head of rod was rubbing above her navel didn't fully register with her. It just drove the desire and heat even higher. He adjusted again, picking her up with his powerful arms.
Then she felt it between her buttocks. She wanted to whine for him to do that again; but didn't get the chance, as his hand caressing her lower stomach caused her to moan heavily again. Then it trailed down, and down…
She gasped when his hand hit her womanhood, fingers tracing over her hooded clit. Her whole body convulsed, and the heat in her stomach felt like it was going to explode. The feeling passed as soon as it arrived, the ache of emptiness growing in its stead.
Then his finger ground against and pushed into the opening. She shuddered, pleasure flooding with the sensation. A fart escaped. He pulled his head back, eyes locked onto her face like he wanted to etch her face into his memory.
Then his finger pushed in fully, fingers warm and hot as he dragged it against the inside of her.
For a moment her brain stopped everything, white-hot pleasure blowing every fuse she had as the feeling of emptiness transformed into the enrapturing feeling of being full, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Then it flickered and her mind started working again, her eyes looking onto him, a small smile and a flushed face.
He looked drunk. Seeing her in such intense pleasure had intoxicated him.
She felt herself clench at the thought, inner walls rubbing against his inserted finger.
It felt wonderful. Her eyes dropped down, looking at his hand on her crotch, feeling the connection.
She would've ground herself against him if she could feel her legs.
Then instead of making her feel even better by moving it, he pulled it out completely, she whined at the loss, eyes tracing their way back up to his face-
"You are so wet…" he breathed out, rubbing his fingers against each other as he held them up, gleaming with a sticky wetness, then parting them to let her see the liquid stretch between the digits like a spider's web.
Was that what was making her feel so sweaty down there- it looked like lubrican-
Her brain shorted out again as he slowly licked his finger, lips smacking silently as he tasted the weird liquid.
Grinning down at her, cheeks flushed bright red and grin sheepish and eager, he leaned in and whispered to her.
"It tastes better than I imagined." Her face felt like it was burning. Jotaro was always hot but now- now she couldn't describe it.
It was like comparing a candle to the Sun. She looked at him like he was the only thing important to her, and he responded with a similar look, licking his lips.
"Fasha- can I taste you directly?" She nodded slowly.
His strong arms wrapped around her torso, and she was lifted off the bed. He turned around, leaning against the headboard as he sat back down, then her head was back on the soft surface, next to his… throbbing…
She couldn't think about anything else as her gaze settled on it, even as her thighs were hoisted around his head, arms locked around her hips.
To keep her in place and comfortable. "Can I touch it?" she moaned, feeling his breath against her core.
His tongue brushed against her entrance and she shuddered at the sensation, the heat in her stomach reaching a boiling point.
She felt his tongue criss-cross over her mound, jolts of electricity spasming throughout her. Then she noticed the weird paths he was taking.
He was spelling out the kanji for yes.
She had trouble getting her arms to work with the sensations Jotaro was supplying her with, but managed to grab a hold of it in the end.
The warm, pulsing rod felt so tantalizing under her grip, and the grunt it had elicited from Jotaro was more than worth the effort.
"W-wha-" she moaned again, cutting herself short as his tongue pushed into her folds, filling her again.
"What… what should I do?"
she finally managed to pant out, her hand gripping the girth softly almost feeling his heartbeat through it, even with his pajama shorts covering it.
It filled her grip perfectly. He hummed in consideration, a shiver running up her spine at the stimulation, then without decoupling from her core one of his arms uncoiled from her thigh, hand gripping onto the hen of his shorts and tugging it down.
She let go, letting him pull the garment down to his thighs, releasing his-
"Wow…" she breathed out, even with the flood of pleasure from her lower body, her brain still took the time to take his shape in, her hand touching it tentatively again. It felt so warm.
A part of her wanted it inside her, the size of it giving her pause.
Another part wanted to tighten against it as she had done with his finger.
Yet another wondered if he would feel as good as she did if she licked it like he was doing right now.
Her curiosity came to an end as his hand wrapped around hers and started moving it up and down his length, the gentle vibrations of him groaning against her. Making him feel that good got her feeling even warmer. "Does it feel good?" she asked, as she continued jerking him off slowly, his hand wrapping back around her thigh and pulling her even closer. Her response wasn't a hum, but a deep-throated groan.
The motion made her entire body vibrate, and spasm in pleasure.
The heat was getting unbearable at this point. It was like she had wound a spring too tight, the tension and friction turning the metal red hot- soon it would snap in glorious release.
The thought of release sounded so good, just it alone sending another shiver throughout her body, her stomach muscles spasming slightly in response.
But, was he feeling the same? She wanted him to feel the release too. One hand reached up to his head, managing to cling onto his black hair and tug at it to get his attention, one eye locking on hers over her mound capped with her pink bush.
She breathed harshly, trying to convey how good she was feeling without the words she could no longer even mouth out.
The spark in his eyes told her he understood, darting to her hand then back at her face. She sped up her hand in response, his groans grew louder in response and something started to leak from the tip, clear yet sticky with each pump of her hand. She wanted to lick it.
She looked at him and he nodded the best he could while pleasuring her the best he could with his tongue.
She leaned over and lapped at his tip. The emptiness faded and turned to pleasure again, reverberating with each lick, each stroke.
Then the spring snapped. Her lifeless legs twitched to life, trashing against his head as the heat pulsed, her muscles responding to each pulse with a contraction, her whole body shaking apart in the most glorious fashion, leaving her panting and content as Jotaro refused to stop stimulating her insides, his tongue getting pinched by her inner musculature. When the sensation ended, the empty feeling was gone.
Her eyes focused again slowly and she saw that white liquid had covered her hand, thick, heavy, warm…
She pulled it close and sniffed at it. She didn't recognize it in any fashion, but her body did, the empty feeling returning full force.
She listened to her urges and licked it off her hand, eying up the rod in front of her. It pulsed at her gaze, tip leaking out more of the molten hot substance she was lapping up.
More… Her breath hitched as Jotaro started lowering her thighs, his hair tickling her thighs.
He was panting, looking at her. She was a goddess. Emptiness throbbed harder. Finally, her voice returned.
"-ore- I want more… Jotaro ." Her eyes were hungry, they had to be with how much she was wanting it.
Her hand latched onto his girth and pumped it again, lathering it with the white substance he was leaking
"I- I want this inside me- I want to feel full." He looked lost for words for a second and gulped, thinking about it.
She just kept staring at him hungrily. "...It might hurt," he mumbled finally, one hand reached down to her shoulder and pulled her torso up.
Her vision fluctuated slightly, her brain not having enough blood with how much of it had spread through her skin, making her flush and oh so warm again.
"I want it," she repeated again, she would've moved to set herself up but her legs still felt like jelly.
"...I want it too," he breathed out, his face level with hers "I want it..." he shook his head
"Ok- Ok, just tell me if it hurts." Fasha nodded and shivered at his touch as he wrapped an arm around her torso, supporting her under her armpits as he pulled her up and against him, one hand on her leg for support.
"Can you aim… it at the hole ?" She nodded again, one hand spreading herself- that felt good - while the other wrapped just under his slick tip.
She was leaking onto him. Hope he liked the sensation. Then he slowly started to lower her, the feeling of the heat radiating off him making her whine with anticipation.
The whine was cut off by a moan as his huge tip pressed against her core, hands losing their grip on both organs.
It slipped out, hitting her engorged nub, causing her to scream out with pleasure.
The wound spring almost breaking prematurely. He panted against her clearly enjoying the sensation too.
"Hold it tight-" he mumbled as he lifted her up again, his tip grinding against her again. She loved the feeling.
But when the tip pushed in. Love didn't describe the feeling she felt for that sensation. She wanted so much more of it.
Jotaro was slow, tender, probably afraid of hurting her, while she only wanted to feel the full thing inside her.
The slow spread of her walls was making her go insane after an entire day of feeling so empty. Jotaro inches further in, as slow as humanly possible, his member stretching her walls slowly, her body adjusting, flexing and pulling apart, nerves screaming in pleasure at the stimulation, her brain screaming with pleasure as she felt full, losing where he started and she ended.
But she wasnt full to the brim, and she could still feel the gap between them. And she couldn't take that anymore. She wanted more of that feeling, more pleasure, more ecstasy, to completely feel the feeling of him completing her.
Her hand gripped his wrist on her thigh and pulled it off, the sudden motion causing him to drop her.
Spearing herself on the girth her insides had been yearning for long. She felt something break inside, an ounce of pain echo, overtaken by the torrent of pleasure as his tip slammed against something else deeper in her, then pushing through a split second later. Maybe that was what Jotaro was worried about?
She didn't care. Her expression melted onto one full of ecstasy, her blurred vision not letting her see his. But if his resonant gasp was anything to go by, he was feeling the same. "I feel so-" She moaned again, forehead hitting his shoulder
"full~" She rubbed her stomach, her hand brushed against the bulge over her skin, the sensation making both her and Jotaro moan.
She marvelled at the feeling, rubbing the spot a little harder, prodding it with her finger and feeling the hardness below the skin.
She shuddered at the thought that Jotaro was that deep inside of her, the spring tightening further.
Jotaro moaned deeply, gripping her buttocks in response, kneading the flesh softly as his mouth latched onto her neck, kissing and licking his way up to her ear, nibbling on the organ.
This- this might be heaven… "You feel so great Fasha- I almost came just then-" he mumbled against her ear.
She remembered the heat washing over her mere seconds ago. She wanted to feel that again.
"Make~ Me~ Cum~" she ordered, her own voice sounding husky to her ears.
Jotaro obeyed, hands gripping her ass and starting to bounce it, the girth inside her moving with every bounce, rubbing at all the places that were just aching to be touched and continued with his rhythm, picking up pace, slowly dragging her to bouts of pleasure she hadn't dreamt of.
"Your hand-" he breathed out between thrusts,
"rub it against the-" another gasp of pleasure, "the nub down there." She complied, trying to find what he was talking about.
What nub- Her finger grazed it and she screamed, her walls tightening around him harshly. Almost cumming there.
He gave a breathless laugh, "That's the one." She panted more, whining at how tight she felt, how full she was.
She started rubbing the nub harder, her walls coiling spasming around him as he continued bouncing her. so close- soclos- He pulled his head back from her shoulder and kissed her on the lips, deeply. Desperately. So full of love, even as his tongue pushed in.
She came.
She came hard.
Her mind ceased, only registering the wet feeling of her eyes as they leaked happy tears, and the heat pulsing throughout her body, legs spasming in aftershocks of pleasure.
She felt him swell and pulse inside her, and that just made the heat spreading through her feel that much better.
She felt the bulge on her stomach swell as her gut filled with something warm and sticky.
She could get used to that feeling. Jotaro shuddered, riding out his own climax; propagated by the spasming of her around him.
Milking him.
She smiled, forehead against his as they parted the kiss. "I love you." "I love you too."