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 we left the wendigo-infested clearing behind, I found myself cradled in Levi's arm, his supernatural speed turning the forest into a blur around us.

To my surprise, he hadn't left the two boys behind as I'd expected. Instead, he'd scooped them up and slung them over his shoulder like sacks of flour, their unconscious forms bouncing slightly with each of his impossibly long strides.

The cool night air whipped past us, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. My mind raced, still trying to process everything I'd witnessed.

The wendigos, Levi's devastating display of power, and how easily he'd wiped the boys' memories...

As we sped through the darkness, a question that had been nagging at me since the confrontation in the clearing finally bubbled to the surface.

"Uncle Levi," I began, my voice barely audible over the rush of wind, "are there wendigos that can turn other humans into wendigos, like vampires do?"

Synkka Wendigos!