Perhaps he was being a little too mean.

In the warmth of his private chambers, a fire flickered in his hearth. The crackling embers cast an orange hue that bathed over his study, filling the room with its light and illuminating the sprawled figure on his bed as DIO forced her into an orgasm for the umpteenth time. The scent of burning wood mixed with the sweet aroma of her arousal filled the air.

The flat of his tongue dragged a broad stripe up the lips of her pussy, the taste of her cunt lingering on his tongue - mildly tangy, yet inherently sweet, like fresh fruits just picked off the tree. Her juices coated his chin, which he lapped up before returning to between her thighs. The soft whimpers escaping her lips were music to his ears.

Red eyes that faintly glowed in the dim light peered from beneath the veil of his thick, golden lashes. Gilded hair framed the sharp edges and curves of his chiseled face, his mouth half-nestled into her pussy as his gaze flicked down with a deep, rumbling hum against her cunny. The vibration sent shivers through her body.