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... I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, clinging to my denial like a life raft in a sea of crazy.

The principal's smile widened, showing teeth that were just a bit too sharp to be human. "Come now, Miss Lott. There's no need for games. We're all friends here."

Yeah, right. And I was the Queen of England.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

Principal Grimsby leaned back in his chair, which I now noticed was actually a swirling vortex of darkness. Show-off. "It's not about what we want from you, Miss Lott. It's about what we can offer you."

I raised an eyebrow, skepticism overriding my fear for a moment. "And what's that? A lifetime supply of supernatural air freshener to cover up your clothes-sniffing habit?"

To my surprise, he laughed. It was a sound like ice cracking, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, you are delightful. No wonder she chose you."

Descent into Madness!