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

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "There's got to be at least thirty of you up there."

"Thirty-seven, to be precise," the young man corrected me, a note of pride in his voice. "A cozy little coven we've got going here."

One of the boys in the trap, who had been oddly quiet until now, finally spoke up. His voice was shaking with fear. "W-what are you people?"

Mortimer turned to him, revealing gleaming fangs as he smiled. "Isn't it obvious, you fool? We're Wendigos."

Wendigos? I had heard my master mention them a couple of times in his tales. But, I hadn't seen one until now. And they sure did look more territorial with other species but less to their kind.

What I knew about them was that they were born from the sins of human greed and desperation, creatures that were once people who succumbed to the taboo of cannibalism during harsh winters.

Wendigos!