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

"There's a good little vampire." I grinned and stroked a claw through his hair before going near the damned throne and tore off five of the many spires that decorated it. With my bare finger, I sharpened them.

And the sight of me was enough to make Sebastian crawl backward in panic at Mira's feet. I only laughed at his fear and dashed to his side to grab him, pulling him up by his hair. "Where do you think you're going to?"

I turned to realize that Mira had stopped spinning her magic, exhausted perhaps, and the other vampires in the room were coming up from their spell.

"My love, would you mind giving us some background music again?" I was referring to her magic. I could sense there was enough for a minimal task as this.

She obeyed, spinning that glittering blackness around us so that they fell back to their lusts.

Reduced to nothing but a curse!