The Devil Within 8 - (JoJo, Diavolo!SI)

If your name is Davide Vino, then today is a good day.

With a genuine smile on my face, and a burning heart in my chest, I patiently waited at church where my 'life' started. Father Ernesto was happy too, but less as I was the one getting married. I remember the extensive actions I had to take to render this event a 'moderate' one as to not let any nosy reporter or any potential assassin pass through the thick veil of security surrounding my hometown.

On the left side of the benches were the Una family and friends, all those tied to Donatella were there and looked just a bit tense because of the other side. I didn't have a family, but I had many 'friends', ranging from loyal businessmen and important members of Passione. Midler and Mariah were sitting in the front row and looked fairly gorgeous with their dresses, but my gaze was stolen by little Trish as she happily glanced around and seemed keen to disregard the warning words of her 'guardian'.

Bruno Bucciarati was eleven at this point, and while this wouldn't make him part of the gang, the events that saw his father's death occurred but I had a hand in giving him not only shelter but a chance to revenge. One I gave him the earliest so he could learn the important reason that... it was all for nothing. Despite his best efforts, killing those that caused his father's demise didn't give him any relief. So, I convinced him to join me and become a 'ward' for me. I knew already he had the potential for a Stand, and I gave him his own which turned out to be the same as canon. Sticky Fingers was indeed ready to assist Passione at its best capacity.

Other elements caught my attention. Polpo had grown sleazy as expected, but while he grew fatter and bigger, he seemed to have done so without neglecting some exercises as he still could move despite his obesity and height. He had been following orders correctly, and enjoyed the boons those granted to him in the long run. From my understanding, he had gained the title of 'The Second Lorenzo il Magnifico' for his mecenatism and his eagerness to pursue a paintings' collection that was the envy of all of Europe.

The rest of the men were not as 'intriguing' in the way they handled money. Most had just accepted that, while a sizable amount was to be set away for their own private affairs, a large portion of the income made with these jobs was to be returned back 'to the land'. Investments for farming, new industrial and housing complexes, and several donations to charities to push medical breakthroughs.

A little group even wore uniforms as they were selected to infiltrate and take over the military. After all, it takes one 'righteous' general to create a civil war. And having the Italian Armed Forces on standby in case of a major crisis was nothing short of a necessity.

Waiting felt like an eternity as I tried to think not of the many chances this could end poorly. That Donatella was just trying to be fashionable late and not ditch me at the altar. It wouldn't make any sense since we had been going strong even just mere hours ago when we spoke by the phone, and I doubt she would leave behind her daughter for no reason. Still, the doubt driven by my own paranoia kept on gnawing for as long as she wasn't around... until she finally arrived at the church, her precious white dress shining through and glowing before my eyes.

I felt my lips finally relaxing in a softer smile which was returned by Dona. As she walked down the aisle, the organ of the church sang the tunes known to marriages. I felt my chest burn twice than before as she finally stood before me and we both turned to Father Ernesto... who was busy drying up some tears. I smiled at the poor man, and I couldn't fault him for feeling emotional. Boingo rolled his eyes, working as the priest's assistant and knowing lots on how the old man was growing softer with each year, yet the boy smiled in delight as he kept track of the box with the rings.

The ceremony went on smoothly, the priest went through the usual rite, the oaths administered on a very curt manner by our own request, and soon I was kissing my wife and the loud clapping of hands further drove me to happy land over the confirmation of our marriage. I hardly spared much time around others through the ensuing party, but I had to pay a hour or so of attention to many important guests that would feel scorned if ignored. The large manor bought and restored to act as the Vino family's own summer home was keen to welcome everyone without any issue. It was majestic, yet not too luxurious out of fear to go 'too far' with the expenses.

As I was busy shaking hands and sparing words with my subordinates, I caught Dona speaking with both Midler and Mariah. I would have been fine with Midler since she had been all over me to try and get her 'claws' onto my wife, but Mariah was a bit of a surprise. She had always been quite the reserved woman - she was driven by doing a good job, setting herself up to retire at the ripe age of 40 and never bother doing any major job beyond that.

It was a fair plan, but this also meant a limited social interaction. It goes without a saying that it is one of the reasons why Mariah seemed to enjoy dealing with 'proper politics'. None of the sleazy fat fucks occupying parliaments out of bribes, but those men and women that had the brains, the plans, and needed just the backing to do things right.

So, to see Dona interacting with Mariah, and then Mariah notice my gaze before turning away with a flustered look... I could tell something was off. I thought about using my 'cheatcode' for future visions, but I had been asked by Dona to not look into what kind of plans she had for our 'wedding night'. Something that would surprise me, that's how she put it. And while the temptation was strong, I ultimately folded to her request and just decided to let fate do its thing and surprise me.

Hours passed, and soon the guests started to leave. I shook more hands, saluted a few more, and then it was just me, Dona, a sleepy Trish, a less sleepy Bruno, and the staff at the manor. As the feast had been filling, it was decided to just skip dinner as poor Trish didn't look ready to go through another meal. So, while Bruno was given permission to leave for his room, I carried the yawning pinkette to her room, made sure she was all tuckered up in bed after a nice bedtime story, and then I walked to the master bedroom. Dona had gone there while I had tended to Trish, saying she had to 'finish up' the gift for the night.

I was not sure what was going on about that. At least, I didn't know before I stepped inside the bedroom. I had been hearing curious noises coming from the room before I opened the door but... I should have known that neither Midler nor Mariah had left the manor since I hadn't given them any farewells and my wife had been too dismissive about it.

At the sound of the door being opened, the trio paused in whatever bed-centered skirmish I was soon eyeing the end result of, with Midler now wearing her old dancer outfit, smiling at me as I got an eyeful of her ass, Dona already quite nude and... poor Mariah fending off an attack of those two trying to put her a dancer outfit. There was silence for a solid while, the four of us just looking at one another before Midler smirked smugly.

"This is just what it looks like."

And while that usually would solve so many misunderstandings, this time it actually made me even more puzzled. Hence why I turned my gaze solely to my wife, who had a less smug grin on her face.

"Do you remember about that surprise?"

I blinked. "Yes?"

"...Surprise foursome?"

I want to say there is more to it, but no. As Dona put it, this was a surprise foursome. Why? Well, she thought a marriage night demanded something above most of the stuff we went through. That first and last time we did it together? Kind of hard to top with vanilla stuff. And Dona being Dona, and Midler being Midler, they managed to pull Mariah in this sort of circumstance.

Truth be told, Mariah didn't look reluctant at all. Nervous? Yes, but opposed to this? Nope.

"So, you are really all for it?"

Admittedly, it was a bit of a 'brain-fart' moment of me to ask her that when the woman was butt-naked, legs up and pussy spread for me. The sight quite glorious, and her face showing embarrassment as I got close enough to claim her first time.

"O-Obviously. Do you think I went through all of this for just- just chicken away? Just pop my cherry!"

With the message very clear, I lined up my dick and soon entered her. I went slow, allowing her to adapt to the pain before slowly thrusting in and out of her. Sex was calm, soft, and very interesting as I never once thought I would have seen Mariah so... well, so shy and cute. As a woman that mixed sensuality with no-nonsense with her line of job, it was rare to find her react in such way, even more as Dona encouraged me to kiss her. Mating press seemed to please her enough as she allowed me to creampie her.

Next up was Midler, and she was a bit less hesitant with the pacing. She wanted it rough.

Her dancer dress didn't fit her the same as it used to, years of relaxing and gaining a bit more curves around her ass and thighs made her a hotter woman. With a hand wrapped around her neck, I proceeded to claim her from behind, her eyes rolling as the careful chocking had her tightening so much that we both had a really good time. Pounding her ass, slapping it, and then soon cumming inside her pussy, I had her with a big slutty smile on her face as I let her face drop on the pillow below.

The third round was for Dona. She was more versatile compared to the rest, her kisses rougher, her closeness and intimacy harder, and her stamina far greater than the previous 'contenders'. Grunting happily, I went from Round Three to Round Six while the two other girls watched or played with one another. Once Dona was also stuffed, I went on and on and on. I guess doing exercises and having peak physique can do so much under the sheets.

And as the night dragged on for hours, with the stench of lust spreading all over the room, we all folded back to cuddling up close under some covers when it really got too cold and our combined drive was over. As much as it pained me to admit it, the night had been the most exciting and intense ever. And I had no regret over the way this all developed.

...

Except for one thing.

"We didn't use condoms," I pointed out suddenly, eyes aimed at the ceiling as I thought I was overthinking it.

"We are married," Dona justified, and I was fine with her wanting to give Trish a little sibling, but I was more concerned about the other two.

"Birth control. Sweet as you are, boss, I dont' want to settle down just yet."

Thank God for that and it made sense, so who was left was...

...

...

"Mariah?" Dona asked, seemingly catching on the growing anxiety I was developing. "We had this talk. You took the birth control too, right?"

...

"I forgot."

AN

Oh oh, what's this? A sudden impregnation?! And what's next? Pucci's death?! WRYYYY!