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 Uncle Levi's challenge rang out, the wendigos descended from their sanctuary like a swarm of angry hornets. I'd never seen Uncle Levi fight before, and nothing could have prepared me for the spectacle that unfolded.

The first wendigo to reach the ground barely had time to straighten before Levi was upon it. A thin red aura, like a second skin of crimson lightning, enveloped Levi's right leg as he pivoted.

The kick connected with the wendigo's midsection, and I heard the sickening crunch of breaking bones.

The wendigo flew backward, its body folding around Levi's shin, and slammed into the trunk of a nearby tree with enough force to splinter the bark.

I blinked, and Levi was already engaging the next three wendigos. His movements were a blur, punctuated by flashes of that eerie red aura.

A right cross caught one wendigo in the jaw, the impact reverberating through the clearing.

Bloody apology!