Tricking Depravity into a pact +18

Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Lucius

"Take my hand and swear to me," she purred, and now she stood, and the smoke shifted violently, in eager excitement. She truly must have been dying to walk the earth because she wasn't even asking any other questions.

I stood with her, quelling my own excitement. I refused to f*ck up then and ruin it with overeager behavior when I was so close, so flaming close I could feel it like I could feel the sands burning my feet, cooking me. Control. I pulled on another gift my Mistress had been so f*cking kind to teach me. "I swear on my Sire's life that I will release you as soon as we surface, Depravity."

She shook my hand and squealed happily. "Oh, how fun, foolish little vampire! But you are right. Your body can survive having me fused in its blood. Come here. It's my turn to f*ck you now."

She turned me around in her arms, and I had forgotten a very crucial thing.

Demon c*ck, while they were in their natural form, was f*cking massive, larger than a man's fist, and painfully ridged.

But I was glad I had been smart enough to get her to assume a female form.

I screamed when she pressed herself forward and forced me inside her c*nt this time around. Blood instantly flowed forth to lubricate my way, and she laughed above me, straddling so that I howled in shocked pain. Her insides felt like choking on barbed wire.

But I already knew how to breathe through pain, and I did, focusing on the pleasure in her insane grunts. She forced her way back on me, and my eyes went wide. Black smoke was swirling around me, and my c*ck stubbornly fought his death grip.

She pulsed around me anyway, and something thick was flowing from her into my body. I gasped when that smoke thrust up into my nostrils and down my respiratory cavities.

The smell was choking, pure sin pouring into me. I felt it down my throat and realized this was the same thing pouring up into my c*ck, this filthy smog of defilement.

It was the most intense bliss I had ever felt. My c*ck hardened to pain again, even with her c*nt straining from my attentions. I looked up at her, but my jaw was forced away by more smoke. "No, no, don't look. Just surrender and take it, little vampire. Take nice, deep breaths for me, and let my sin pollute your blood. Let it ruin you."

I moaned and could definitely see why a human would already be dead. The smoke alone denied me any breath of oxygen. It destroyed everything until sin was all that filled me, until my nostrils felt thick and I could feel that sulfuric dust bleeding up into my eyes. It became my world, became everything, and filled me up until I felt like I could barely contain it.

And then finally my c*ck impaling her dead organs like a stake, and she was gone as well, and my head fell back on the banks of the Phlegathon, alone.

Depravity swirled in my bloodstream, and she was a 'he' again.

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He was still laughing as he integrated. It felt like bliss pulsing through my entire body, like razors coated in euphoria, were singing through my flesh.

I felt the exact moment where he integrated enough to know my thoughts. Because in my thoughts, he was reading the truth behind my deal with him, the truth of my Sire.

He screamed in rage inside of me. I will watch you burn for this, vampire!

My blood, the little of it I had after such a scant diet, boiled and burned in my veins with his fury. He struggled terrifically in my body, so hard that I grit my teeth and choked in the burning sand, even while he slowly started to become more and more part of me against his will. "I'm sorry! Look, I really am. I won't let you go but I'll make you a deal, alright?"

Oh, yes, because you were so honorable for the last one!

"You're right," I whispered. "But, this is the real offer. Her life is yours, and you've seen what she's done, how she's committed heresy against the Dark Embrace. Be as depraved as you like with her, and I'll slake your hungers. I'll show you the world because I want to see it too, and the world really does deserve a little more Depravity. You can read all of this in me."

He hesitated in my blood, still fighting our integration, but then I had the strangest sensation of my mind being sifted, riffled, through.

He searched, and when he spoke, his voice was calmer, and his wrath seemed held at bay. You will serve as my tour guide of a sorts? Partner with me and play with me?

"Yes."

And you understand that the broken pact will give me reign of possession of your vessel, that it will alter you for my own desires and allow me to do as I please to punish her?

"Fuck yes. Show me some real Depravity. Look through what she's done to me and you'll find that she is very fitting for your punishment and retribution. Creatures like her are why you exist."

Again, there was that sensation of sifting and then his next response made me smile. It was a giggle, one of those maddened little sounds of his that sent chills down the spine. "Come on. Show me how you like to play, so I can find us some more places to f*ck with."

My Mistress had given me a few gifts to help me survive. By that time, I knew very well how to satisfy the spirit of defilement, knew very well that insane light. If getting rid of her meant that I had to ingest and become that spirit, then I would.

And the demon in my blood was all too satisfied with this new arrangement. True, I had tricked him and it would cost me many nights of downright evil bloodshed, many nights of punishing deserving souls who drew my demon's lust.

But, with time and many cruelties, I truly did hope to satisfy Depravity. I had used him for my ends, but I did not want his imprisonment to be a bad one. I would far prefer an alliance, a friendship, if possible, over an eternal headache in my very bloodstream.

I used the tether to draw us back to my tomb and he purred to me. Well, Lucius? Are you going to fulfill your bargain?

I inhaled, understanding. I had to deny him for it to take full effect. "One last thing before I answer. The pact was for her life, not mine, so don't just keep her alive to torture for eternity. Will you agree to a year?"

He cackled in my head. I won't need so long. A year with the same screams? That's oh, so limiting! I prefer variety in my pleasures. I agree to that gladly.

"Alright. Here we go. I deny you your freedom, Depravity."

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