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Lisa Lisa was many things, but she was no slouch in the hamon department.
She had killed her share of vampires like it was nothing and dealt with some particularly troublesome humans with ease. Kars, however, was neither of those things.
And, more directly relevant to the current situation she found herself in, he was also inhumanely attractive, at least from a physical standpoint (his personality could've used some work though.) It was a stupid fight. A stupid fight over...well, honestly, it didn't matter, they had been the only two patrons in the bar, they both indulged in perhaps a touch more alcohol than was strictly wise, but still nowhere near enough to explain why they were both in some room in an abandoned house and why the heel of Lisa Lisa's red high heeled shoe was on Kars chest. Kars made the slightest change in facial expression when Lisa Lisa stepped on him, but Lisa Lisa could tell easily enough that he wasn't really interested in protesting.
Though Lisa Lisa had, albeit very briefly and very narrowly gained the upper hand by a fraction of an inch during their fight, a fraction of a second was all it took for them to get too close and for things to unravel from there. Kars was never a sentimental man-things like romance and emotional affection had zero effect on who he fucked around with, and Lisa Lisa, under her carefully constructed veneer of stoicism, was a deeply bitter woman whose only restraining influence on her darker impulses-her husband, George Joestar, the second Joestar to bear that exact name, had been murdered by a zombie 20 years ago.To be sure, Lisa Lisa had loved George-more than anyone else, but Lisa Lisa had not considered (and gone through with) restraining Kars with her scarf to a bed post and observing how he reacted to her toying with him because she loved him- Kars was a frighteningly amoral man, not so horrible as some, but not someone with a purely good heart or a kind soul in the least, or even someone with a human grasp on morality, but Lisa Lisa was willing to give credit where credit was due-he lacked any physical imperfections and he was far more intelligent than anyone else she had ever met before. That was good enough for her, so when she was fortunate enough to be able to pin him to the ground for half a breath, she used just enough hamon but not too much, and Kars told her he would take whatever punishment she chose to give him for a certain amount of time-but only once.
Kars had lived long enough that anything or anyone that even vaguely interested him for a moment got a good mark in his book, and Lisa Lisa proved to be quite interesting indeed. So when she tied him to the bed post and ripped off everything but his jewelry and his loincloth and stepped on him, giving him a perfect view of her long, long legs, he didn't bother complaining.
This wasn't anything like what she and George had done together, Lisa Lisa thought, when she pulled on one end of her scarf, tightening the fabric around Kars wrists and dug her heel into his broad, muscular chest just enough to make him bleed. It was only a little, and the wound soon started to heal, but something about the bold, vibrant dark red color of his blood caught her attention, even if it was only because it trickled in a tiny line down his flawlessly defined torso.
There were things Lisa Lisa had never been able to do with George-sweet, gentle George, and she never begrudged her late husband for that, not even once, but watching Kars lying there with only the slightest hint of displeasure etched on his handsome face caused a bloom of heat to stir deep in her core When she was younger and more reckless, before meeting George, she sometimes sought out men who would let her have some fun with them-men who didn't mind relinquishing some control to a woman, because it intrigued her and she enjoyed it.
It had been quite a long time since then, she mused, and now, she had a perfect subject to work with, albeit for only 24 hours or less-that was the agreement, and as he was different from the rest, she could do nothing but accept his terms.
However, she would make damn sure she put her window of opportunity to good use."You're not the type to prefer being on the receiving end often. But if you were completely opposed to it, you would have done something about it before. Am I on the mark?" she observed. Lisa Lisa was a perceptive woman, Kars had to admit. When you were as old as he was, Kars thought, there was no real harm in straying from his preferences now and then if it promised to be entertaining-lord knows it was difficult enough to feel truly interested in many things when he had seen as much as he had. While Kars lacked a preference for gender entirely, the same could not be said for dominance-9 and a half times out of 10, Kars preferred to be on top and be in control, but Kars being Kars, he could be counted on accepting letting someone else choose how to get him off if if meant he could lie back and relax and have them do all the work-being as old as he was, a break never hurt now and then. "I suppose it's safe to assume I was right." Lisa Lisa continued when Kars huffed a little in response. This did nothing to deter Lisa Lisa from ever so gently brushing her foot on his lips. He had beautiful full lips for a man, and his facial features suggested that, if he were human, he would most likely have been of mixed race. Lisa Lisa did not know exactly from what corner of the earth the pillar men had originally come from, but she did find herself wondering if the rest of them were as strikingly handsome as him. She soon brushed the thought away, not wanting to waste time chasing foolish random trains of thought, stepping off him for a brief moment. When she was standing in just the right spot, she then used one of her feet to stroke him over his loincloth-it was easy enough to see there was a lot underneath-she began wondering exactly what to do next. It didn't take long to decide when he grimaced a little, his handsome features twisting up a bit while he made a small half-pleased, half-frustrated noise. Unlike when she was younger, Lisa Lisa didn't have to worry about certain unplanned consequences, and though she was older now, her sex drive was still functioning. No harm in checking things out-she had a bit of dark curiosity about all this anyways, even if she had been loath to admit it at first. If it really was too big, she thought, well, there were other ways. Lucky for both of them, he was not, in fact, too big. Bigger than average, yes, but not horrifyingly so. This was turning out to be quite the night indeed. Kars eyed her with a hint of confusion for a fraction of a second, his gaze soon turning decidedly less so when she took off her tights. Her feet were as perfect and properly shaped as he guessed they would be when she was wearing her form-fitting black stockings-Kars knew little and less about human fashion of the current era, but he always appreciated legs, whether they belonged on a slim, fit woman-short or tall or any height in between, or a strong, muscular man with impeccable muscle definition. By extension, he had to admit he had been curious about what those long legs felt like-perhaps now he would get the chance to find out. Lisa Lisa turned to one side briefly, lifting up one side of her skirt for an all too quick moment, giving him a sight he wanted to keep firmly locked up in his long-term memory, before removing her underwear and tossing it near him. Just when Kars thought things might take a different direction, Lisa Lisa used her now bare foot to stroke him just as she had done before. "Huh. Do many humans wear that?" he thought, with what decreasing sense of awareness he had left to him when he noticed her toenails were painted a bold shade of red like some brilliant exotic flower. If he had been getting a little impatient with the teasing now, it soon ceased to matter, because she pushed the collar of her dress down, exposing her shoulders completely and showing more cleavage, enough that her nipples were just barely covered, and bent down to untie him, pressing her finger to his lips for just a second before doing so, pulling it away just when his face heated up a little more. "Are you sure you want to be doing that?" he smirked, a bit less smug than usual thanks to his as of yet unresolved arousal, but it was a smirk all the same. "Well, would you rather I keep on doing the same thing until I get bored? Because I can always do that for a little while longer, or until you crack, whichever one happens first. Either one's fine with me." she said, her hand grabbing his sizeable cock for the first time, tightly gripping his wrists with her other hand. "Or, if you promise not to be an asshole, we can both get something out of this." she continued. They made eye contact that was just a touch too awkward and Kars freed himself of her grasp. They both wasted no time, Lisa Lisa pulling a hunk of Kars hair and glaring at him when he climbed on top of her and grabbed her face. Kars was still a bit unfocused due to Lisa Lisa having just spent all that time teasing him, so she used her brief window of opportunity to tie one end of her scarf to the bed post just in case she had any creative ideas later while there was still time left, but didn't resist when he grabbed her face again, with both hands this time, eyeing her with obvious lust. "I hope you're ready to deliver on your promise, woman. I'll make sure you enjoy it, don't worry about that." "Would we be here if I wasn't?" Kars couldn't help but admit she was right. Oh, well, he could let it slide, it was only one night, after all. Kars pounded into her, fast and more rough than gentle, but still carefully enough not to cause any significant pain-part of him still wanted to finish their aborted fight later, and as twisted as he was, he wasn't that evil. Lisa Lisa smirked when he bit down on the soft flesh of her neck, sloppily wiping away some of the blood and smearing it on his face when she attempted to get a better look at him. Though he was on top of her, it was a bit hard to maintain eye contact for several reasons, one being that he was taller than her and his mass of wild purple hair obscured her vision slightly. Part of her was burning with a strange curiosity, and she wanted to look at him when he fucked her. She wondered how long this would last-no doubt he had impressive stamina not to crack after the previous treatment she had given him, and she wanted to see what his face looked like when he finally crossed that particular hurdle. This was nothing like being with George-her husband was the kind of man who only wanted the most gentle, sweet, tender lovemaking, and Lisa Lisa was glad about it, because if it had been, it might have brought old memories to the surface that would have only dampened her mood. Kars was an asshole, one of the bigger ones of all the ones she had ever met, of course, but even so, he was quick-witted and cunning and possessed a certain level of awareness about himself and the world in general that was not completely undeserving of admiration.Lisa Lisa, being a practical, no-nonsense kind of woman, resolved then to enjoy the night for what it was-fucking a near stranger (or close enough that it made no difference) for simple release of repressed sexual tension and nothing more-George was dead, and she had no proof that the universe would be kind enough to let her experience genuine love like that again, so in the meantime, some physical release would have to do, and in the moment, it was enough for her. If she had to kill the bastard later, which she very well might, well, that would be unfortunate but in the end, not worth getting emotional about. It helped a great deal that Kars, having recently lost his closest companions Esidisi and Wamuu at some annoying asshole who fancied himself a mind reader, had nobody left that he gave a damn about, and afterwards, he decided, he could always hunt down that asshole who thought he could predict conversations and finish him off first. Kars was not particularly loud or expressive, but every so often, he made a few quiet grunts and groans that were just deep and guttural enough to further stir the warmth pooling in Lisa Lisa's core, causing her face to bloom in a bright red blush, her breathing heavy and her eyes less focused than before. Kars could feel his own thoughts slipping away, being replaced by the simple desires that got him into this situation in the first place. Kars didn't hesitate to keep a firm grip on Lisa Lisa's hips as he slammed into her, his cock angled perfectly inside her, being as careful as possible in his current state to not go too fast, although it was hard and getting harder by the moment. He was close now, that much was plainly obvious, and he could tell she was as well, judging by her breathing and soft gasps that escaped her lips now and then. The moon had just risen, causing a faint stream of light to slide through the crack in the curtain that covered the only window in the room, reflecting off Kars body and part of the bed, causing Lisa Lisa to spend the last amount of mental awareness she had on wondering what time it was, but Kars pounded into her fast enough and in just the right way that the thought soon evaporated into nothing and she clung onto him tighter, her nails digging into his perfectly sculpted, muscled flesh, breath hot and heavy; eyes glossy and cheeks burning red. When Kars finally finished inside her, and not a moment too soon or late, he stilled his hips for the first time in what felt like quite a long time, grunting with somewhat more exertion than before as he rode out his orgasm, grabbing onto her roughly until he was done. Lisa Lisa thanked every possible deity in existence that she was too old to get pregnant, as Kars filled her with a staggering amount of cum, some of it leaking out because there was simply nowhere else for it to go. Luckily neither of them owned a single thing in the house besides their own clothes and nobody else would ever want to spend time in the crappy house, so there was no reason to care about what happened to the bed. They didn't agree on much and likely never would, but both of them silently agreed that it had been one hell of a night, and if there was perhaps the right opportunity, maybe repeating it wouldn't be so bad after all.