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

Sebastian's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that grated on my already frayed nerves. His amusement at my predicament was palpable, and I could feel my anger rising despite my weakened state.

"Oh, Lucius," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I must admit, I'm impressed by your little stunt with the crosses. Clever, very clever. But also incredibly reckless, wouldn't you agree?"

Before I could respond, his hand shot out, gripping my jaw with crushing force. I felt my bones creak under the pressure as he lifted me effortlessly, bringing us face to face. His eyes, cold and ancient, bored into mine.

"You see, my old friend," Sebastian continued, his voice dripping with false affection, "this changes nothing. You and your delightful little demon will remain here, as my playthings. Just like Astarte had you dancing to her tune, you'll dance to mine. For eternity."

The warrior within