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It was a sunny day, the birds were singing, the sound of a beautiful stream flowed down the field, kites flew across the sky on the horizon, when a portal opened with the charming sound of saxophones in a rhythm that clearly resembled a pornographic film. A purple and cyan Stand, with a latex-like appearance and dark glasses, seemed to dance as it gave way to its user. Lucas blinked his brown eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as sweat trickled down his patchy mustache and cinnamon-colored skin. His long ponytail swayed lightly in the English breeze of 1888. He was really there, hidden behind the hedge of the Joestar mansion garden. The air smelled of wet roses and fresh earth, but his own scent—the strong sweat of a hairy, aroused man—already dominated his nostrils. Somewhat chubby, out of shape, swollen nipples marking his simple shirt, and between his legs his not-so-large penis throbbed, enveloped by his long, fleshy foreskin.
"Damn... my Stand, Careless Whisper, worked. I changed worlds... Really... Guaranteed pleasure."
"A typical anime-style notice board appeared next to the Latino boy and his Stand [Careless Whisper: Porn-style power. Functionality: As long as its user is aroused, it can provide access to other dimensions, but only to alter them to make them look like porn/hentai. After the user impregnates at least one person, they need to change timelines; when doing so, the characters' minds are altered so that they don't remember anything]."
Lucas knew the world of JoJo well; he had watched that anime hundreds of times. Deep down, he wanted to find his muses from so many masturbation sessions, like Jolynne, but he had to wait. His powers followed a straight line, so he had landed in "Part 1." He walked through the streets of the posh countryside until he found the Jostars' house. He spied a little while trying to understand where he was in the story, realizing it was shortly before Dio received his vampire powers. In the distance, he watched Jonathan Joestar arguing heatedly with Dio Brando. The loud voices echoed—"Perfect," he thought, knowing that soon there would be a fire in the house and that JoJo would soon go after his rival. A great journey full of emotions, but he wasn't there to see the events of the anime firsthand; he was there to have sex, and at that point in the anime, his focus would fall on Erina Pendleton, the protagonist's sweet beloved, who would now be alone.
Lucas waited for the perfect moment. When Jonathan disappeared towards the fight, he subtly activated his Stand, causing an invisible wave to spread through the nearby area while a saxophone sound played for only him to hear. In a way, it was as if the edges of raunchy films appeared in his vision as the Latino walked towards his beautiful beloved, who didn't know it, but was beginning to feel how the scenes around her were becoming pure desire. Erina sat on a wooden bench, gazing lost at the horizon, praying that her beloved would return safely after leaving with that strange man in the top hat. She adjusted her chic Victorian dress, white with lace details like flowers and birds; the corset accentuated her breasts, which, unbeknownst to her, seemed larger and fuller, heavier, and more perky against the fabric. Her impeccable blonde hair was tied up in an elegant frame, her pale skin accentuated her naturally rosy cheeks and nose, and her full, naturally pink lips shone like morning dew—unbeknownst to her, the Stand's effect was beginning to make them larger, more like the current style of lips in anime, the lower lip thicker, glistening slightly with its own moisture.
She was so distracted that she didn't notice when a dark-skinned stranger with straight hair appeared walking towards her, approaching slowly. He was hesitant at first, his voice low:
— Hi, you're Erina, right?... I'm not from here. My name is Lucas. I came from a faraway place just to meet you.
She looked up, her blue eyes wide with surprise, but the Stand had already begun to spread. Instead of fear, a strange warmth rose through her body.
"You... your appearance is so different... Cinnamon skin..." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken like that, it was insensitive... It's just that... I've never seen anyone like you..." Her voice trembled.
— There's no need to apologize, beautiful lady, I thought you could show me a place to spend the night.
He extended his sweaty hand. She accepted, feeling his warm, moist touch even through her silk glove, a warmth so enchanting in those brown eyes that it made her blush, and, driven by a force she didn't even understand, she ended up guiding Lucas towards her own mansion not far from there.
(...)
""What's happening to me?" she thought as she helped him take off his coat and walk through the mansion. "I should be nervous... Thinking about Jojo, but this exotic stranger..." She barely noticed, while biting her lower lip, that she was bringing him to her room, the same one where she planned to bring her beloved after the wedding.
"No one will see us here," he murmured, closing the door, the power of his Stand growing as much as his penis, which wasn't large, but certainly made itself known.
Erina looked around nervously, but the growing desire held her captive. This was wrong without any warnings; she was a lady, he a stranger, she loved another, but it burned in her body, made her heart ache. Her breathing was so intense that a button on her shirt broke, revealing a little more skin. She didn't even notice, only blushed at the way he approached her.
— That's inappropriate... very inappropriate...
Lucas pulled her close, his chubby body pressed against hers, his hands beginning to explore the chic dress, moving up her hips, squeezing her slim waist, then up to her larger breasts, pushing them from underneath, making them gasp, his fingers sinking into the lace fabric, feeling the soft weight and warmth, the kind of touch that made her moan loudly.
"Those breasts... so full..." he whispered, his eyes fixed on hers, biting his own lip.
She tried to say something, but he lunged forward before she could attempt it, a kiss choked like a sob, his taste was extremely sweet and addictive, like ripe lychees. She tried to react, thought about pulling away, but deep down the lust was so strong that she couldn't resist and kissed him possessively. He kept his eyes open during the kiss. Her full lips against his uneven ones. Smack. Soft, warm texture, her lower lip swelling against his mouth. Her sweet saliva mixing with his, a light taste of tea and English freshness. His tongue invaded intensely, swirling deep, sucking her lower lip with a wet "slurp." She remembered the time Dio had forcibly kissed her, but unlike that time, this kiss seemed incredible, perfect, intense as if it were made for it, and mind you, it was her first aggressive, possessive French kiss.
Erina's eyes widened, startled by the intensity.
— Mmmph?! — She gasped in surprise, pulling away slightly. A thick strand of saliva connected their mouths. "What... what was that with your tongue? So... deep and wet..."
— "That's how I kiss," Lucas replied, his voice gaining confidence. "I want to feel all of you."
Before she could process the idea that kisses could involve tongues in that way, he laid her down on the bed—the bed she had sworn to herself she would share with Jojo. She was breathing heavily, moaning and touching her own lips, her chic dress nearly tearing at her moving breasts. He placed his hand on her leg over her skirt and slowly lifted the lacy fabric, exposing her pale, smooth thighs in her demure white floral-patterned stockings. He knelt between her legs and lowered his face.
Erina stiffened.
— Wait! What are you going to do down there? That's not... decent!
He was moving his head inside her skirts, the most intimate and personal place for a woman, the kind of thing only husbands should see of their wives, but here she was, opening her legs and having her bloomers pushed aside by a complete stranger. She thought about saying something, but then a shock spread throughout her body, making her cry out a thin, delicious moan. As soon as he found her Victorian vagina, it was as if heaven had opened, for there was a vagina full of light blonde hairs that gave a view of soft, well-lubricated lips, like pink petals, and of course he wasn't going to waste any time sucking on them. His tongue licked slowly, savoring the clear, viscous feminine fluids that flowed—a honeyed consistency, a sweet taste with a slight sourness of excitement. Schlick. A clean feminine scent mixed with the perfume of her dress.
— A-ah! That... that's... indecent! Your mouth... there?! — she exclaimed, her noble voice faltering, her hands gripping the sheets.
Lucas didn't stop; he licked for almost ten minutes, watching her writhe. Her hands, which had previously tried to push him away, now held him in place as she moaned desperately, her eyes practically rolling back in her head from so much pleasure. He found her clitoris the way a chef finds a pearl in an oyster, and as soon as he began to suck on it with wet sounds, his tongue swirling, his sweat dripped onto her skin. Erina trembled, a mixture of shock and pleasure.
Oh heavens... what is this feeling... hot... wet...
He stopped kissing her after she had writhed in trembling pleasure from what must have been her first orgasm, and he pulled away from under her skirts, climbed back up, kissing her breasts through her dress, her nipples hardening against the fabric. Then he unzipped her pants. His penis sprang out: small, hairy at the base, fleshy foreskin covering everything, sweat glistening with a strong, addictive scent.
Erina blinked, startled.
— That... that's your... member? So... covered in extra skin? And hairy..." She had never seen a penis outside of books before, and this one didn't look like any she had ever seen before.
Lucas smiled crookedly.
— It's natural. And you'll enjoy playing with it. But first... I want you to suck it.
— Suck?! Like... like it's food? — she asked, her eyes wide with shock.
— Yes, but no teeth, no biting, use your tongue and lips...
He guided the blonde head. Erina, hesitant but dominated by the Stand, parted her full lips and enveloped the foreskin. A warm tongue invaded the extra skin, swirling slowly like a wet probe. Slurp, slurp. Her saliva, thick and clear, soaked and dripped down the foreskin and his pubic hair. The salty taste of male sweat mixed with the creamy pre-ejaculate that leaked out.
— "Aaaah... that's... sooooo good... move your tongue around in there more..." Lucas groaned, his hands in her hair.
Erina pulled her mouth away for a moment, saliva dripping from her chin.
— It tastes... salty... and strange. Do you guys make this... like this in your time?
He began to feel unprecedented pleasure in his life, which had been spent masturbating to anime characters, and now he was being sucked off by a Victorian-era woman who loved someone else. He couldn't resist, entering a kind of sexual frenzy. He pulled his penis out of her mouth with a "poffy" sound, startling her, as he moved back to her lower garments, pushing her skirts aside and beginning to move his penis towards her entrance.
— Yes! And now I'm going to fuck you without a condom I want to cum inside, risk everything.
— "Condom? What's that?" she asked, confused, her mouth slightly open.
Lucas chuckled softly.
— You're so adorable with that naive way of yours, but it doesn't matter. Just let me in.
He used his hands to forcefully open her corset and tear her blouse, revealing her enormous breasts, white, freckled at the top, with conical nipples. With a smile that wouldn't fit on his face, he slowly penetrated her. Her vagina was hot and tight, creamy fluids easily covering his entire penis, her pale skin contrasting with his sweaty, hairy, cinnamon-colored skin.
— A-ah! So... full... and hot... — groaned Erina, her voice broken.
Rhythmic movements, the "plap, plap, plap" sound of his balls hitting against her buttocks, were only surpassed by her moans. He looked down and noticed a little blood from the lady's lost virginity. She was so excited she didn't even notice the initial pain; her lust spoke louder, his sweat running down her back, dripping onto her breasts. Pubic hair brushed against her soft buttocks. He reached out, squeezing a large breast, twisting the pink nipple.
He ripped the front of her skirt, making her scream with wild pleasure at seeing that small man so dominant, unlike JoJo who was generally so delicate and comfortable, but this was much more "interesting." He didn't just want traditional sex; he seemed to know things that no one else in that country knew, especially when he grabbed her and threw her on top of him, his cock going even deeper inside her, just as he loved. She sat slowly on his cock, her foreskin sliding inside. Her larger breasts swayed in front of his face. Lucas sucked on them avidly, leaving red marks on the fabric of her dress.
—"Your breasts are perfect... so heavy..." he murmured. Erina writhed, startled but excited by the dirty words.
— You say such... vulgar things... "fuck"... "cum inside"... I don't even understand half of it, but... it makes my body burn.
Her fluids flowed abundantly: viscous, glistening, a strong scent of aroused woman filling the room. Lucas was sweating profusely, a strong musky smell, pubic hair brushing against the sheets. He didn't stop; she made him bounce and the bed springs groan almost as much as she did, and soon he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and they kissed again, intensely. His tongue possessively invading, eyes wide open. Smack, slurp. Mixed saliva dripping down their chins. Her full lips swollen, glistening.
— "I'm going to come... fill you up completely... mixed race... risk of pregnancy..." he warned, his voice hoarse.
— Pregnancy?! Here? Now?! — exclaimed Erina, her eyes wide with shock, but her body sped up.
Climax: Lucas ejaculated, his eyes rolling back and his whole body tensing as his thick, creamy, hot, and viscous semen, like white glue, filled her. Some of it spilled out, mixing with her clear, sticky fluids. Erina trembled, having a strong orgasm, a light squirt gushing out, wetting Jojo's sheets.
— Aaaahhh! T-this... is... too much... — she stammered, her body convulsing.
They collapsed onto the bed, kissing slowly. Swollen lips, sweet and salty saliva mingling. The air smelled of intense sex: sweat, semen, female fluids.
Lucas, now with complete confidence, stroked her blonde hair.
— This was just the beginning, Erina. There's so much more for you to learn about my world.
She, breathless, her full lips glistening:
— I... I don't know what to think... but I don't want it to stop. Even though it's so strange... so dirty... and good.
""First complete victory. Interracial with the noble lady, in Jojo's bed, chic dress all messed up. Maximum pleasure. The anime world is mine. The Stand guaranteed: no one would arrive. Lucas dressed slowly, his penis still drooling from the foreskin. Erina tried to fix the dress, but his scent would linger on her for days, while he moved away and began to leave, watching as Careless Whisper shook its head, indicating that soon his Latino sperm would invade her ovaries, guaranteeing the trip to the next part of the anime."" .