Masokissed

Lucius has been one of the violent damned since the battle of Silva Arsia and he is unique, reborn of a cruel mistress, with the demon of Depravity assimilated in his blood. And that demon has strange hungers and stranger offspring. He finds himself delighted with his and Depravity’s offspring. She’s powerful, beautiful, and filled with fun desires for her demonic fathers. But the vampire king, Sebastian, is also a creature of the profane and enamored by what is not his. 

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This story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, some instances of abuse and a whole lot, 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. STAY AWAY IF IT ISN’T YOUR CUP OF TEA.

The Vampire King's Depravity

Master fussed over my dress while we walked to the library. It turned out that Ishtar had been able to get me the private audience with Sebastian, something that made me glad.

I wasn't sure I could keep the walls of mirrors from rising in my mind if faced with seven vampires who could project thoughts into my mind.

The sheer possibility of being in the center of them might have broken me.

It seemed that was the logic that had won me the private audience since they were trying to gauge how much sanity I was capable of holding.

The downside to that was that Sebastian only agreed if it was an absolutely private audience. As in, Master couldn't come with me.

Ishtar had seemed afraid when she said that part to him, and for a second, I had seen the blackness swirl like a hurricane beneath his skin.

My Master’s worry