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

We moved in sync, covering each other's blind spots. My shadow tendrils lashed out, creating openings for Talon's blade. In turn, his precise strikes kept the fae from overwhelming us with sheer numbers.

As we fought, I marveled at the unexpected flow between us. For all our differences, in the heat of battle, we moved as one.

My inhuman speed and strength complemented his skill and experience, creating a deadly synergy that the fae struggled to overcome.

I ducked low, allowing Talon to swing his blade in a wide arc over my head, decapitating a fae that had tried to leap at us.

In the same motion, I swept the legs out from under another attacker, leaving it vulnerable to Talon's downward thrust.

The battle reached its peak as the larger fae, ones that towered over their brethren, charged towards us. Their bodies were a nightmarish blend of bone armor, barbed tentacles, and gnashing maws.

A hedge witch!