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

These are my essence, my very being. I roared within the recesses of Lucius's blood, my entire being aflame with fury and frustration.

Every fiber of my essence yearned to burst free, to unleash my power and tear Sebastian limb from limb.

But those accursed lights that bathed the room held me at bay, their holy radiance a barrier I couldn't hope to breach.

Time and again, I dared to peek from within Lucius's bloodstream, hoping against hope that the crosses had somehow vanished.

But each time, their light seared my consciousness, forcing me to retreat deeper into the relative safety of my host's veins.

They were always there, always bright—too bright for a creature of darkness like myself to withstand.

As Sebastian's fists continued to rain down upon Lucius, I felt my sanity slipping away. My thoughts became chaotic, erratic, and unstable.

Home calling!