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

Mira blinked up at him and then at me. "Master, I think we should hear him out. Maybe we should just, you know, try it for a few months and see if the cold is as nice and pleasant as before. See if the snow still feels delightful to run on after a few months' time. A little bit of this trial and a little bit of that trial, that kind of thing."

I looked up at Sebastian, narrowing my eyes. "Really? She's already so spoiled that I can't make her hunt. You're giving her a room full of 12 bloody slaves to make her bedroom smell like lust magic all the time, too? This is bullshit. You and D are both assholes, I'll have you know."

I paused for a moment. "Speaking of Depravity, I plan on getting him back soon."

Mira cheered to my claims, and I glared at her with the same narrowed eyes as if to tell her I still disliked the idea of having her own bedroom at the Citadel.

Unholy laws don’t end happily!