A hunting date

—Lucius

For a few nights, I kept her sheltered and under the care of my home. When we went out together, it was only across the acres I owned. She would play happily, barefoot, and naked while I watched.

And then sometimes she would turn to look at me and get a shy, wicked look in her eyes. And when she made sure she had my attention, she would lay back on the dead ground and stuffed herself with her fingers.

I learned to use and take advantage of those playful moments. I would stand up and approach her while she watched with wide, excited eyes, and I would study where she stuffed herself open so eagerly.

Her every expression opened up to playing with the demon, and I smiled, nudging her legs with my feet. "Come on. Show me more and gape yourself open for me."

Depravity would whimper with that sound like I wounded him each time. He begged for every second and craved for more.

And of course we spoke. A lot. I told her parts of my life, the lighter parts. I told her where I had wandered and showed her online pictures of varying places.

I showed her theologies and books from my library with different magic forms from different parts of the world.

During one of these moments, she turned and made her way over to one of my paintings, still sitting on an easel, and stroked her hand over the air in front of it.

"This is yours and his work," she said softly, in that lighter voice that she would get when trying to fight the insanity of demonism.

"It is." I smiled. "How can you tell?"

She giggled. "That's a trick question, Master. I'd recognize that smoke anywhere at all."

Now, if I were a younger vampire, I would assume that was useless rambling.

But the joke was on younger vampires because I had seen enough insane moments to know there was often something to be read in a psyche that had no filter.

The smoke she spoke of, for instance, seemed to be something that was unique to depravity.

I thought that maybe she was rather sensitive to his direct touch on anything, but also considered that she might be able to see any demon's touch.

And that was useful. "Of course you could. Do you think you would notice another demon's smoke as well?"

She considered it, sanity warring to stay prominent in her eyes. "I don't know that I could notice them specifically, but I would notice in general, I think, if they left smoke. Yours is special, though. You're my god."

Her calling me that with those worshipful eyes was really going to get to my psyche and make me incorrigible one day, but for the time being, I nodded along to what she said. "I could see that."

Then, I would guide the conversation along a gentle continuum back to something more psychologically encouraging for her.

Things like history or teaching her magic both seemed to be safe havens for her mind. She was an intelligently quick learn so long as I could keep her attention.

I started with small, light little types of magic, things like seasoning tarot cards and the power of different herbs on an aura.

With a little focus, she seemed to be able to notice changes in these auras, which gave me great pleasure.

But eventually, I had to admit that she was partially a vampire and I was about to have company.

As her Sire, I needed to show her how to feed herself if anything ever happened to me or if we were ever separated.

She would still need to feed for as long as she could hold her sanity, and I needed to show her how to do so quietly. It was not quite teaching, just yet.

Ideally, she wouldn't be performing the act on her own for a while yet, but she did need to see it.

This turned out to be the worst f*cking idea I've ever had in my life because f*ck me for trying to be a good Sire, isn't that right, D? Rat bastard.

The entire thing pissed me off all the more because the setup was beautiful. During the day, she nested in my bed and lay like a small dragon to read a book and nap as she willed, so I took the time to search the weather in different cities.

I considered environments and thought for a second to take her to a large city where she would shine under the bright lights of humanity, like a timeless goddess walking their streets.

But then I quickly discarded that idea because I thought that the disorientation of the flashing lights and so many people might make it harder for her sanity.

But I was a particular vampire, too, and I wanted to show her off in an exotic setting where she would look as a mistress of the night.

I settled on a beach right outside of a larger city. The lights would be near and there would be some tourists, but during the night it would be perfect and perhaps if her sanity held to the strain, we could have some fun together in the city.

Perfect. I gave it all this thought, and the weather was going to be a cloudless night, no rain. She would love it, and she would love the outfits I had for her.

"Mira, come with me, please. I need to dress you so we can go out and I can show you how to hunt."

Instantly, she grinned and hopped up to follow me with that adoring look. "Yes, Master."

I chuckled and pat her head, wrapping her safely under one arm while I guided her to what had been meant to be her own room.

And I had this planned out as well, that I would play a little with our mutual demon to give her sanity a boost. "Now, I want my little fledgling to be a good girl for me tonight. You're not going to give daddy any trouble, are you, Mira?"

I said it while holding a few different light dresses up to her figure. Admittedly, her turning had changed her appearance, so I worried about the fit of some of the clothing.

Her breasts, for instance, were now like large, flawlessly perky, globes and would press out the top of some of the dresses. And her hips were curvier, in the most delectably s*xual way.

When she lifted to my touch with a whimper at the slight demonic snarl to my voice, it was in a sinuous dance. "No, Master, I won't give you trouble."

"Good girl." I cooed it, choosing a few dresses and guiding her to the side. When I had her in my arms, I caressed a hand between her legs, gliding my fingers over her s*x.

"If you messed up our fun little outing together, I would be very displeased, little one, and I might have to give you something a little harder than light little spankings like this."

She fell against my arm when I slapped her ass, trusting me fully to hold her while she enjoyed the sensation of her flesh heating.

Just for a little more fun, I gave her a few extra slaps, nice strict hits against her lower thighs.

"Oh, yes, Master." Depravity was whimpering like a wounded animal inside me again, and I knew these little taunts were helping her.

And they were light enough to keep me from feeling sick due to my own past.

So long as I could keep to caretaker styles of play, to types that came from a place of love, I could handle it and even work up to giving her more and harder of what she craved.

"Good girl." I stood her up while she shivered in pleasure and started to show her the dresses, slipping them over her perfect hair.

"Now, as a little demon, there are tricks you'll want to use while dressing. You see, your lovely body has been altered to entice the male eye, and you want to show that off. You want to please them and let them lust after you like so many flies to sugar."

I settled on a white dress that was knee-length and had these cute, simple little sleeves.

It was a sweetheart's dress for a siren's body, and I stood back with a smile at the contrast. "Like that." She spun, and I laughed at how much fun she was having already.

She was animated when she took my hand to travel, her eyes wide and excited for the chance, and we materialized together on the beach.

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