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

The hall of mirrors shot up, seeming eternal in their endless length, like something I would never escape from.

I laughed with that maddened sound and couldn't remember why I hated that sound. It was like liquid escaping from my hands too fast for me to cling to.

All I could focus on instead was that enticing darkness that begged to be fed and poetically punished with sin.

I snickered and fed that presence my magic, just that one presence.

It seemed strange that I could focus the magic, but I did it and trickled it into him, a steady torment. "There we are. Ishtar also told me how to break you."

I giggled again, in the floor on my knees, staring up into the face of the abyss. "Break me? You can say so, but it's not I who is really broken." I said it in a sing-song voice, my smile growing.

Save me, master!