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

As twilight descended upon Shadowvale, I found myself once again ensconced in the Broken Fang's smoky interior. The tavern buzzed with a nervous energy, patrons speaking in hushed tones as they cast furtive glances towards the windows.

The blue-tinted lanterns outside seemed to flicker more erratically than usual, their ethereal light struggling against an encroaching darkness that felt almost alive.

I nursed my customary glass of untouched wine, my heightened senses attuned to every whisper, every stifled gasp of fear. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but the full picture remained maddeningly elusive. There was knowledge locked away somewhere, I just didn't know where.

A commotion near the door drew my attention. A group of town guards entered, their faces grim and postures tense. Among them was the shapeshifter I'd noticed earlier, its mimicry of human movement almost perfect. Almost.

The vampire hunter