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... I tried to say the word around the tube down my throat that fed me blood, and all that escaped was a squeaky mockery.

Master, I missed you. Master, you still wear your crown. Master, the fairies love you, and they sang about you too.

Sebastian helped him walk towards me, and I realized my Master was in a bad kind of shape. The smoke of Depravity boiled so that it appeared as if he had black froth instead of blood beneath his skin.

It was like clouds threatening to dominate the entirety of his presence, so near to the surface that I could taste it even with the feeding tube. "Little one," Master said softly.

I whimpered, having missed him so terribly. He flinched and grimaced with the desire the sight of me gave him.

Who laughs last?