For a few nights, I kept her sheltered and under the care of my home. When we went out together, it was only across the acres I owned. She would play happily, barefoot and naked while I watched. And then sometimes she would turn to look at me and get a shy, wicked look in her eyes. And when she made sure she had my attention, she would lay back on the dead ground and finger herself. I learned to use and take advantage of those playful moments. I would stand up and approach her while she watched with wide, excited eyes and I would study where she fingered herself open so eagerly. Her every expression opened up to playing with the demon and I smiled, nudging her legs with my feet. “Come on. Show me more and gape yourself open for me.” Depravity would whimper with that sound like I wounded him each time. He begged for every second and craved for more.
And of course we spoke. A lot. I told her parts of my life, the lighter parts. I told her where I had wandered and showed her online pictures of varying places. I showed her theologies and books from my library with different magic forms from different parts of the world. During one of these moments, she turned and made her way over to one of my paintings, still sitting on an easel, and stroked her hand over the air in front of it. “This is yours and his work,” she said softly, in that lighter voice that she would get when trying to fight the insanity of demonism.
“It is.” I smiled. “How can you tell?”
She giggled. “That’s a trick question, Master. I’d recognize that smoke anywhere at all.”
Now, if I were a younger vampire I would assume that was useless rambling. But the joke was on younger vampires because I had seen enough insane moments to know there was often something to be read in a psyche that had no filter. The smoke she spoke of, for instance, seemed to be something that was unique to Depravity. I thought that maybe she was rather sensitive to his direct touch on anything, but also considered that she might be able to see any demon’s touch. And that was useful. “Of course you could. Do you think you would notice another demon’s smoke as well?”
She considered it, sanity warring to stay prominent in her eyes. “I don’t know that I could notice them specifically but I would notice in general, I think, if they left smoke. Yours is special though. You’re my god.”
Her calling me that with those worshipful eyes was really going to get to my psyche and make me incorrigible one day, but for the time being I nodded along to what she said. “I could see that.” And then I would guide the conversation along a gentle continuum back to something more psychologically encouraging for her. Things like history or teaching her magic both seemed to be safe havens for her mind. She was an intelligently quick learn so long as I could keep her attention. I started with small, light little types of magic, things like seasoning tarot cards and the power of different herbs on an aura. With a little focus, she seemed to be able to notice changes in these auras, which gave me great pleasure.
But eventually, I had to admit that she was partially a vampire and I was about to have company. As her Sire, I needed to show her how to feed herself if anything ever happened to me, or if we were ever separated. She would still need to feed for as long as she could hold her sanity and I needed to show her how to do so quietly. It was not quite teaching, just yet. Ideally, she wouldn’t be performing the act on her own for a while yet, but she did need to see it.
This turned out to be the worst fucking idea I’ve ever had in my life because fuck me for trying to be a good Sire, isn’t that right, D? Rat bastard.
The entire thing pissed me off all the more because the setup was beautiful. During the day, she nested in my bed and lay like a small dragon to read a book and nap as she willed, so I took the time to search the weather in different cities. I considered environments and thought for a second to take her to a large city where she would shine under the bright lights of humanity, like a timeless goddess walking their streets. But then I quickly discarded that idea, because I thought that the disorientation of the flashing lights and so many people might make it harder for her sanity. But I was a particular vampire, too, and I wanted to show her off in an exotic setting where she would look as a mistress of the night.
I settled on a beach right outside of a larger city. The lights would be near and there would be some tourists, but during the night it would be perfect and perhaps if her sanity held to the strain, we could have some fun together in the city. Perfect. I gave it all this thought and the weather was going to be a cloudless night, no rain. She would love it and she would love the outfits I had for her.
“Mira, come with me, please. I need to dress you so we can go out and I can show you how to hunt.”
Instantly, she grinned and hopped up to follow me with that adoring look. “Yes, Master.”
I chuckled and pat her head, wrapping her safely under one arm while I guided her to what had been meant to be her own room. And I had this planned out as well, that I would play a little with our mutual demon to give her sanity a boost. “Now, I want my little fledgling to be a good girl for me tonight. You’re not going to give daddy any trouble, are you, Mira?”
I said it while holding a few different light dresses up to her figure. Admittedly, her turning had changed her appearance so I worried about the fit of some of the clothing. Her breasts, for instance, were now like large, flawlessly perky, globes and would press out the top of some of the dresses. And her hips were curvier, in the most delectably sexual way. When she lifted to my touch with a whimper at the slight demonic snarl to my voice, it was in a sinuous dance. “No, Master, I won’t give you trouble.”
“Good girl.” I cooed it, choosing a few dresses and guiding her to the side. When I had her in my arms, I caressed a hand between her legs, gliding my fingers over her sex. “If you messed up our fun little outing together, I would be very displeased, little one, and I might have to give you something a little harder than light little spankings like this.” She fell against my arm when I slapped her ass, trusting me fully to hold her while she enjoyed the sensation of her flesh heating. Just for a little more fun I gave her a few extra slaps, nice strict hits against her lower thighs.
“Oh, yes, Master.” Depravity was whimpering like a wounded animal inside me again and I knew these little taunts were helping her. And they were light enough to keep me from feeling sick due to my own past. So long as I could keep to caretaker styles of play, to types that came from a place of love, I could handle it and even work up to giving her more and harder of what she craved.
“Good girl.” I stood her up while she shivered in pleasure and started to show her the dresses, slipping them over her perfect hair. “Now, as a little demon, there are tricks you’ll want to use while dressing. You see, your lovely body has been altered to entice the male eye and you want to show that off. You want to please them and let them lust after you like so many flies to sugar.” I settled on a white dress that was knee length and had these cute, simple little sleeves. It was a sweetheart’s dress for a siren’s body and I stood back with a smile at the contrast. “Like that.” She spun and I laughed at how much fun she was having already.
She was animated when she took my hand to travel, her eyes wide and excited for the chance, and we materialized together on the beach. “Oh, Master! It’s so beautiful.” She pranced, the dress fluttering around her in a light wind. “There’s none of the fairies from home that protect us here though. Someone should make some.” She turned and smoke was rising in her eyes with insanity.
I smiled and held out my hand for her to take, so that we could walk together. “Oh? And how would you propose we do that, little one?”
“With the demon you have, Master. If he makes humans play enough and then if they draw the right sigils in the sand, it attracts the fairies.”
That was probably harder than she thought it to be. It would take a lot of Depravity’s influence and I thought he might have to actually be let loose in the world fully for it to work well. But with enough influence… Well, it was a useful bit of knowledge. “I see.” My eyes fell on two females walking ahead of us, nearing a pier. I smiled at the sight. As a mostly heterosexual male, I preferred the feeling of a female body when I fed and the two in front of me were perfect. Younger, healthy.
I beckoned to Mira and darted forward with my kind’s speed while she followed. She giggled softly and I pressed a finger to her lips to quiet her, winking in the dark. “Watch,” I mouthed and she nodded.
It was such an easy thing. Human lives were beautiful because they were defined by how finite they were. Any brush with that ending of death was welcome for them and any brush with the eternal was forbidden romance. I opened my mind while I approached the two girls who were lovers and clouded their focus over so that their eyes went wide. They looked at me with the blank stare of a supernatural hypnosis and I hummed under my breath, cooing. “You first,” I whispered to the one on the left, beckoning. “Come to the snake, little dove. It’s alright.” Her partner watched with glassy eyes and both kept their eyes on mine, unable to look away from the predator who waited.
And she obeyed while her heart beat harder, pumping that life giving fluid. My fangs sharpened, lengthened, and I purred when I took her to my embrace, covering her lips with my palm and listening to the drum sound of her pulse as it taunted my thirsts. I stroked her hair back once, gently, and then bowed my head, penetrating that soft hollow to tap the vein beneath.
A soft sound escaped her that could have been pain or pleasure and blood filled my mouth. I swallowed at my own leisure, drinking almost lazily until I felt the girl weaken slightly. And then I pulled away, stroking my prey one last time as thanks for her offering. “You next.” I smiled at her lover. “Greedy of me, I know, but we’re almost done.” There was no acknowledgement, no awareness, and I drank again in the same way. There were no bodies and I licked their wounds closed, leaving no marks.
I left no mess at all and no witnesses, either. It was the perfect display. I waved them on their way and waited until they were dazedly a safe distance from us before I went back to Mira and took her hands, smiling down at her. I felt glutted really. It was so much blood for a vampire as old as I to take, but it would keep her fed for a time and that was my real concern. “You see? There’s nothing to it. You’ll stay at my vein for a while, but you’ll need to feed on your own eventually. We’ll train you to do it.”
She looked behind me to watch the girls walk away and then looked back at me. “I don’t want to. I don’t like it.”
I blinked, caught unawares. Feeding was an erotic experience, a delight. It was freedom from the vein of a Sire. “It’s not so bad, little one. We’ll do it together on a few dates and you’ll see. You’ll start to love it, baby.”
“No.” She shook her head and her eyes were wide. She was almost tearful, even. “I don’t want to drink from them. I don’t want to do that.” Stop it. You’re upsetting her. Depravity lifted in my mind and his voice was protective. “I want to drink from you for forever. I want to drink from your thigh so you feed me your cum afterwards and I want to drink from your throat while you hold me and pet me and I don’t want to hold them.”
I smiled gently. “I’m not complaining, little one, but don’t you want some freedom eventually? And what if something happens to me? You’ll still need a blood supply.”
Her eyes went wider. “Happens to you? What would happen to you? Nothing can hurt you, right? You’re a god.”
Stop it, Lucius! But I needed her to see reason. “Baby, nothing to my knowledge would, but if it did, the only other option would be to find a surrogate to feed you and that’s not something that’s done-“
“No!” She jerked away from me and the sanity faded fast from her eyes. “You’re mine! And you’re my god, so no one can take you from me and I want you and him to feed me. I don’t want to. I don’t want to practice. The fairies protect you because I say they do and you can summon more if you have to!” Tears overflowed from her eyes.
And that’s when everything went straight to shit. Depravity had never had influence over me since we integrated. He could rise to the surface with my permission and he could show himself in varying degrees, but so far his possession could not be forced save for that one initial time and the night I had turned Mira. But suddenly he showed off a strength I did not expect.
He shoved at my mind, so hard that it was painful, and it was an action that very obviously did not give him any more power or control, but it was one to punish me. And my God, it hurt like hell, so bad that it blinded me and I fell to my knees, gasping in shock. What the actual fuck, D?
You were hurting her! You hurt her!
I didn’t hurt her, you imbecile! She has to fucking take care of herself, D. Even Vika does and she’s batshit insane, thanks to you and your nonsense. Do you want her reliant on a surrogate instead, if something happens? How the hell can I choose one that I can trust for eternity?
You made her cry! She had tears!
I growled in frustration and opened my eyes to do everything in my power to take care of her tears because holy fuck, apparently that was not allowed. Apparently I was going to raise a brat fledgling who wouldn’t be denied anything as soon as moisture appeared in her eyes, making me the worst kind of Sire ever.
She was gone. Are you fucking happy, D?
I’m sorry, Lucius! I’m really sorry, I mean it! She was crying and you hurt her and please find her, please!
Like I would ever let anything happen to her. Shut up and let me hunt her. He whimpered sadly, wounded and upset, and I sighed, inhaling the wind, letting the scents fill me. I flicked my tongue between my teeth to taste it, frowning slightly and focusing my attention on that delicious scent I knew as hers. And then I tracked, hunting and feeling my fledgling. It was easy for a vampire, so easy, to find their children. If I focused enough, it was almost like a spider’s web being pulled by her, one that directed me.
But then I felt a magical burst that was like a shock wave of energy screaming from the direction I knew her to be, something that had to be felt by any immortal in the vicinity, and I groaned.
I ran faster, wondering what the hell I was going to do with the weird polyamorous relationship I found myself in the middle of. These two were something else. I couldn’t be angry, though, not truly. It had been so long since I could even have sex and now Depravity had given me companionship and sex and I was truly grateful. I kept my calm and hunted, deciding I would take her back and play with the both of them until they were nice and submissive, and then we would all have a long chat about how life worked.
I thought that way right up until I found her anyway and then I was pissed all over again.
Her scent led me to a tourist bar on the beach and I heard that giggle that made me groan. Of course her sanity would be snapped and of course she would be in the thickest of people. The sound of screams came to me next and I rubbed my forehead, looking down at a blood trail in the dance club that led to the bathroom. The screaming intensified around me as someone ran out past me and I heard her giggle again.
I wish I could kill you, D. Or at least fucking slap you or something.
He whimpered. You hurt her and you can’t hurt her and I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.
I turned the corner of the bathroom and walked in under the soft glowing lights, staring down at the scene before me. My little abomination was living up to whatever atrocity she was. There were three humans with her and she had them all in a thrall I had never seen before. She giggled above them, dancing between the two females and the male. All three were still alive but oh, they certainly wouldn’t be living through the night.
Blood dripped onto the floor and was splashed on her white dress. The two females had suffered the most so far, cuts and claw scratches all over their bodies. Their clothes were shredded and hanging from them. The male, on the other hand, was naked entirely and he was apparently Mira’s little stud dog. “That’s it. Coat your cock in her blood so you can use her asshole better. You want it to feel good, don’t you?”
His answering laugh was mad and, as you might expect, depraved. Blood was dripping from a lethal wound in his throat and the other female was crawling weakly to lap at what dripped on the floor, but she was in a bad way as well. Mira had cut them in perfect ways to make them bleed out slowly so that she could make them perform in their last moments. “Here, let me help you,” she said with a grin when the male fell over. She lifted him up and held his blood covered cock, guiding him inside the first female’s asshole while she fell forward and moaned with her ass in the air.
I had to shake my head to clear it of the dark fascination I felt. I hate you so fucking much right now, D.
He moaned miserably in my head and I grabbed Mira and jerked her away, snarling in her face while she gasped in shock. “Bad girl. I fall for one second and you do this in that time? That’s a very bad girl, Mira. You promised to not give me trouble tonight and this is the first thing you do?” Her insanity was at its peak so I tried another scold for good measure, one that I hoped would take effect and work. “Your god is displeased with you. I asked you for one simple thing tonight and I’m very disappointed.”
It worked. Her eyes went wide and she whimpered tearfully. “But I just wanted to play like we do sometimes. And I want to show you that the dark fairies will come and protect you, don’t you see?”
“And you thought to do this in direct disobedience of the commands I asked you to obey? I see now what your promises are worth and that you’ll forget them as soon as something goes even somewhat wrong. Look at you! You’re covered in blood like a filthy little orphan of a vampire, with no Sire to keep you healthy or teach you manners.” It was the only way I could think of to punish her, was to scold her like this. Her eyes were filled with tears, but Depravity was whimpering with that twisted desire that plagued him. He was upset by her tears but when I treated her like this, every word was like a lash beating him to submission.
“I’m sorry! No, I can keep my promises to you, Master! I don’t know why I forgot but I can be a good girl, I promise! I love you and I can obey you.”
“I don’t believe you.” I said it forcefully, but not angrily, and she broke with a soft pathetic sob. “You’ll have to rebuild my trust if you want it back. It’s time to go home now.” I lifted my head and glanced around us as I took her hand to materialize us home.
But I froze for a second. Someone was watching us and I met the gaze of another vampire, internally snarling at the demon who had caused all of this as I did. I had hoped to keep her existence secret and to give her peace and quiet for a decent time, but her blast of magic had attracted another.
I hissed at the male vampire who stared at my fledgling with startled, covetous eyes and he flinched for a second. Glaring, I tugged her gently to my arms and held her secured, with a look of hatred to the one watching us. I breathed a little easier when he backed away.
And then I got us the hell away from the shit show that was supposed to be a fun little instructional date between Sire and newborn.
“Bad girl!” I tore Mira’s dress from her while she both moaned and shivered in sadness and Depravity gave a soft cry. “Very bad.” I sat on the edge of her bed, with a switch I had gotten outside of my gates, before I pulled her over my lap.
“Oh, please!” She squealed when I brought the switch against her and I made sure to make my strike not nearly as hard as she would like. “Oh, I’m sorry! I am, I really am.”
I didn’t bother to answer. Instead I snapped the switch against her ass again and again, making each strike a tease of punishment. It was just depraved enough to bring her to need and not enough to satisfy. And I was cruelly quick about it too, stopping after only ten strikes that were far too soft. Depravity sobbed when I went so fast and quit so easily and she did too, her body quaking at my feet as I stood. “I want you to shower and clean yourself of this mess. After you’re done, I want you to stay in here and I don’t want to see your face until tomorrow evening. You sleep separately from me tonight.”
“No! No, please!” Her tears flowed freely and Depravity was whimpering, trying to beg with me.
“Quiet and stop those tears right now. You’ve earned this. And I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of seeing me command you either.”
She sniffled when I turned away and then whispered, “W-wait. Please, I have to tell you something. Y-you commanded me to, please.” I turned back without saying anything and lifted my eyebrow, waiting. Mira swallowed nervously and then finally said, “My mouth is dry. May I drink, please?”
I had to work to keep the anger from my expression because she didn’t deserve the brunt force of it. No, the demon inside me was far more deserving and I cursed at him in six different languages while he apologized pitifully. All that blood, you fucking spawn, and she didn’t even nourish herself, thanks to your goddamned breakdown. Out loud, I spoke gently. “Come here.” I bit into my wrist, held it to her lips, and sighed when she latched onto it, pleasure filling me. “Drink as you need.” I kissed her hair, irritably acknowledging the thought that she was probably going to be taking her food in that way for as long as I lived.
And I wasn’t really upset about that fact. Not truly. Okay, actually I was jealously gleeful that I would be able to keep this sexual experience all to myself and enjoy it again and again, but I wouldn’t admit it out loud. When I bade her goodnight, she was a little more subdued, even if she did shoot me a baleful little stare while curling up on her bed. But she obeyed, despite the fact that I hadn’t actually given her a command. I didn’t see her for the day or even the next night. For a moment, that made me frown in concern because I felt her leave and go outside for a bit, though she didn’t leave the property. Was she sulking or upset or angry at me? Eventually I got curious enough that I left my own room to find her… and stopped as soon as I pulled the door open.
She hadn’t been any of those things. She had gone hunting, perhaps in an effort to show me she had watched and listened. A dead wolf was in my doorway, in much the same manner a cat would bring mice to its owner. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t help but throw back my head and laugh with warmth. It was so simple and basic, so cutely animal like. “Mira.”
She appeared beneath the balcony, looking up at me from the first floor. “Y-yes, Master?”
I inclined my head, feeling playful despite the bad events and their consequences. “Thank you for the gift.” I’d have to dispose of that somewhere, but it was kind of adorable anyway and my pleasure made her grin. “Come on. I have a feeling we’ll see some company tonight. Let me show you how to dress in a way that fits your status in the Dark Court.”
I loved the way he treated me with things like dressing me. It was like a steady fuel of mental strength that helped me think enough to stay myself and not lose myself like I had the night before. I shivered just to think of the way there had been nothing left of me. Every thought had been scattered and broken, every idea fractured like so many crushed snowflakes. There had been nothing but the sight of blood and the need for more, the need to spread corruption in the form of that black smoke. Concentrating that smoke had been hard, too, something that I thankfully wouldn’t be able to do very often. It had taken a lot of magic from the well inside of me and when Master took me to dress for guests, I tried to hide how much emptiness I felt, but his nostrils twitched as he lightly took in the scent and he took me to the bed first. “My little succubus exhausted herself with that foray, I think. Let’s get you fed before our company gets here.” His hand was patient and gentle when he pressed me forward over my bed and commanded me to open up for him. He stroked my back and pressed inside of me, humming that hypnotic song he had. “Good girl.”
He didn’t play or spank me that time, but he made up for it by standing me in front of the mirror and pulling different dresses over my head, flitting from closet to closet with an air of irritation. “It has to be perfect. You’re a kind of royalty in our world. Most of these guests are friends but we were seen last night as well, so if someone unexpected shows up, then we want to be ready for it. You’ll find that vampires are all about presentation.” He would stroke his hands over my breasts as if studying the sight of them and he would toy with my hair as if I were an object. And I knew this treatment was on purpose, to fuel me with a little bit of wicked behavior. “Pretty girl.” He cooed it when he settled on a black dress and fixed my hair with a tiara, obsessing over the most minuscule details. I grinned though because I liked it.
And while I looked at myself in the mirror, he suddenly turned. “Levi, Sadra, and Vika are here. Come on, little one, and let’s introduce you to them. I could use some help in figuring out if there are others like you.” He touched my nose and was gone in a flash, but I didn’t immediately follow, even though the Compulsion would make me do so eventually. I stared into the mirror worriedly and looked myself over, feeling a kind of nervousness I didn’t fully understand. It had been just the two of us for the start of what I could remember of my life and now that was about to change. What if his friends didn’t like me? “Mira,” I heard him call from the foyer. “Come here, baby.” And I could hear two other voices, one a sing-song female voice that reminded me of the moments when my thoughts were so fractured and unfocused. But there were two other seemingly sane male voices and I flinched while I was forced to obey.
I was slow about it, walking down the circular stairs at a human pace, and then I froze entirely when I met the eyes of one of the male vampires. His widened in horror and fear and I flinched back, fighting to keep my thoughts in a coherent string. “Ah, Lucius. What- what exactly happened?” His voice was thick with many accents and their influences.
Master was studying him with interest. “I’ll be honest, my money was on Sadra having knowledge of her before you would. What happened was I made a newborn and you three are the only three who I’ve told my secret to, so that’s why I asked you for help. Come here, little one.” He gestured to me and I went to the safety of his side, quiet and nervous. “This is Vika.” He pointed to the female, who giggled and waved happily. And I smiled back because she scared me the least of the three. Her eyes were unfocused and she had little black dancing lights around her. Not many, but they were there and they let me know she was a friend. He pointed to the next one, the one who merely looked at me with curiosity. “This is Sadra.” Like the female, he had bronzed skin and dark hair and I could get used to him. “And this is Levi.” And Levi was different. His skin was darkened as well, but not quite in the same way as the other two, and his features had a different nationality behind them.
“Hello.” I said it politely, evenly, and was glad when it came out sane. “My name is Mira.”
Levi’s expression turned all the more wary. “She seems more coherent than I’ve ever seen.”
Master smiled politely, soothing my shoulders. “Why don’t we go to the sitting room together? I’d like to hear what you know if you’re willing to give or trade the information.”
Levi followed, with Sadra by his side, and he shook his head with a laugh, seeming to grow a little more relaxed with my Master’s suggestion. “Always so proper, Lucius. You know better. Whatever information I have, it’s yours. Anything at all you need is always yours after you raised me as your own like you did.”
Master grimaced. “Arguably, it was my fault you were orphaned for killing our Sire.”
Levi grinned and sat down in one of the chairs, while my Master curled me under his arm in the love seat. “Arguably back, that Sire needed to be killed and you had Sadra waiting for me as a companion.” He winked at the other vampire. “Even if he is a bloody Egyptian, he’s still a scholar who wanted the Gift and had a wealth of magical knowledge.”
Sadra laughed. “You left me with a sporadic Sire.”
My Master was happy seeing them, I realized. I could tell by his scent, by the way the demon inside him seemed to settle in his blood instead of boiling to the surface of his flesh. He pet my hair with affection and then turned to Levi. “I would hear what you know, then.”
Levi nodded, playful expression fading for something a little more serious. When his gaze turned to me, his eyes were still wary. “Is she safe? I mean…” He swallowed. “I’ve seen what they can do, how they can get people to behave.”
Master considered him for a moment and when he spoke next, his voice made me cringe, made me curl closer to him so that he wouldn’t speak to me with such coldness. “I can keep my newborn under control, regardless of what special manner she came to be, Levi. Do you suppose I would allow harm to come to you when I’ve invited you into my home?”
The other vampire shuddered and it was Sadra who answered, with a soft, peacekeeper’s voice. “I think he only worried, Lucius. She doesn’t seem to be a creature he’s used to, unlike Vika. Speaking of which, where is she?”
My Master waved his hand. “In the garden. Let her wander as she likes. She’ll find it peaceful there.” I wished I was there with her in the garden, so I could tell her about the fairies. She seemed like she would like them so very much…
No. Focus. You want to know what you are. I had to work to keep the train of thought. Master considered Levi and nodded. “Perhaps you’re right, Sadra. The answer is that you’re safe and she can listen. Tell what you know.”
He nodded and began to speak. “After you found me and brought me to Sadra, we wandered together for a while. Well, we somewhat wandered together. We would visit different countries, but go our separate ways with a plan to reconvene at a later time, so we could have the experiences. We found it was easier to handle the immortality that way at the time. This was when Sadra was still somewhat new and I was still recovering from the potential of more of Astarte’s…” Here, he shuddered. “Well, you know. Anyway, our travels took us to the area around Jerusalem and this was shortly after Pompey conquered it and added it to the Roman Empire.
“It was fascinating at the time, slightly before Christ was born, and the religion was all out of order. Judaism still hadn’t quite been recognized as a legal religion, but Caesar was at war with Pompey and it was about to be. More to the point, it was an old place, a place that attracted demons and vampires as much as it would start to attract the angels. It was there that I parted ways with Sadra and followed the trail of another Roman vampire.
“I found him. As you might expect, he had prospered for himself and his home was lavish. I was invited in readily, an open invitation, and as soon as I walked through the door, it was immediately obvious that something was off. Something in the air, a scent and a sensation, made me both afraid and excited. The way it made me eager was something that made me all the more concerned for what I was to be shown. The servant who greeted and guided me inside was normal enough, dressed well, and very polite. And yet she silently guided me past the standard greeting rooms and through the back doors into a different area, a very different area.
“The vampire in question was not alone, but I had already known that. He was part of a well known Dark Court name, so I had expected more company and was curious. But what I saw was so strange that it made me afraid. Lord Titus sat on a dais lounge, the picture of decadent leisure, and even his form was lazy. But what I had not expected was the girl at his side, for she stood out instantly. She was small of stature and slight, as if she would be easy to take and overpower, but it was immediately clear that this wasn’t the case. In much the same way any clever predator tries to entice its prey with qualities easily underestimated, her stature was a lie. And she dominated the vision of the room with a slight tilt to her head and an insane little smile. I had to force my eyes from her, had to hold my breath so I wouldn’t be taken in by that exquisite scent she had, but I managed, thanks to Astarte.
“Even so, the sight of my surroundings made me afraid. Besides the two of them, there were two other vampires in the room and six human slaves, and it was immediately clear that these had not been able to withstand that creature’s charm, but instead had succumbed to the desire she secreted with every breath. The humans played a role as furniture for the vampires and both parties seemed to take an intense sexual pleasure from the degradation. While I watched, one of the vampires leaned down and stroked her hand between the thighs of a human woman who was on her hands and knees, cooing over her that she made a good chair to sit on, that it was where she belonged, and the human moaned in pure pleasure at the degradation. And then she was commanded to silence, with a slap to her ass.
“Again, I had to focus to turn my attention away, to hold my breath against that scent that called me to partake, to enjoy, to lose myself in the sex and to feed as I wished. For it was also apparent that the human slaves served as blood slaves for these four. I swallowed against it, managing, and nodded to Titus. ‘Good evening.’ And I felt ridiculous saying it, too.
“I must have looked as awkward as I felt because he chuckled. ‘Well, good evening, young vampire. I have to confess to being surprised. Not many can resist the charms of Valentina here.’ To which the insane little vampire giggled and waved.
“‘I would imagine not. It’s not an easy thing. May I ask what kind of creature she is? I mean no disrespect with the question but she is something that I have not run into yet.’
“Titus was not at all offended. He laughed in delight instead, his smile twisted, and I realized that he too was not immune to her charms. No, he was just as much her thrall as all the rest, but he was permitted to act as a figurehead at her own pleasure. And he was permitted enough thought to speak and to tell the tale. ‘Have you ever heard of Lilith’s children, little vampire?’
“I bristled, as you can imagine. ‘Yes, it’s either a fairy tale or they’re all dead, as per the original story.’
“He chuckled, undeterred by my disdain. ‘I tend to believe they did exist and they’re all dead, but that’s just to set the tone. It takes us back to the correct time, at any rate. It was an interesting demon that persuaded Eve to eat of the forbidden fruit, isn’t it? And then the poor thing ended the story cursed. But nobody ever asks about what happens to him in the end. Well, most just still assume he’s the devil, if they’re not open minded enough to consider that the serpent wasn’t named. In actuality, the devil was a bit busy failing and falling at the time, so he sent Sammael.
“‘The fall of man and the original sin birthed all kinds of different problems, but you can already guess this because one of those problems is the curse we know so well. All fall short and yet, if you repeat enough of one deadly sin, you’re sure to attract a hell on earth before your time is up. It’s a beacon to demons and vampires are not so very far from their kind in spirit. We’re attracted to Embracing those who have earned it in the same way that any species is attracted to procreation. It pleases us. But then there’s little atrocities like Valentina here.’ And at this the girl giggled, a maddened, dangerous sound that sent chills down the spine. What was more, the toys around her reacted to it with more lust that I had to breathe through. The scent was intense, enticing. ‘You see, when a vampire finds a virgin, we cannot drink their blood without suffering. Valentina’s Sire died in the creation of her, poisoned by the blood he had to consume to change her. Our vampire king, Sebastian, forced him to turn her and it was a warlock who helped him, from what I can gather, one who managed to keep the vampire alive just long enough for him to give his blood to her and turn her. Most cannot make it so far without some kind of aid and he was no different.
“‘Vampire bloodlust set in before she could even discover the human pleasure of sex. The desires become confused, twisted, in that instance. They warp and change around each other until something truly interesting is left, something even more demonic than the usual vampire behavior. They’re affectionately called the grandchildren of Lilith, although she and hers have nothing directly to do with it. They are merely closely related and legend has it that Lilith is the one spinning the whirlwind of the Lustful in hell, but the virgin vampires are something spectacular, something stronger than the rest of us, as it were. Perhaps it’s their innocence that gives them strength, as if they are thought to be trustworthy of that kind of power before the insanity can take hold and make them into aberrations. Even their blood strengthens us, once they’re awakened sexually and vampirically.’
“I sat and spoke with him for as long as I was able, having to work to focus every thought, having to ignore the acts happening around me so casually. And it was only after I left that I wondered at a Roman so casually and fully believing in Jewish lore. It seemed that he was more like a puppet for the girl, Valentina, and that she somehow knew the truth even in her deranged mind. I’m not sure though, because she didn’t seem capable of coherent speech either, for she hadn’t said a word. She had merely casually let her influence filter through the room like a perfume that infected those around her. She kept up a steady stream of it, as far as I could tell.”
Levi finished speaking while I stared at him excitedly, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze. Whatever he had seen of my kind, it was obvious he feared me. “That’s all I have, my friend. Have you tried taking her blood to see how it would affect you? She seems to be different, from what I know, and I would say that the demon in you has something to do with it. It would be good knowledge to see what other differences she displays.”
“Take her blood as her sire?” My Master scoffed at the very idea of it. “You might as well ask me to give up a cruel amount of dignity.” His hand stroked my shoulders. “I can’t take from her when she’s just newly born. It’s not proper.”
Levi stared at him and then his face broke into a grin while Sadra coughed with amusement. “Lucius, I always forget how much of a reclusive bastard you are until you spout off old convictions like that. It’s a little refreshing.”
My Master seemed to blush and I giggled, which drew his gaze, which made me giggle all the harder. At last he smiled warmly. “Sadra, do you know anything that goes along with it?”
The quieter vampire considered the question thoughtfully, seeming to search his memories. And when he spoke, his voice seemed to be rusty in a way that suggested lack of use. “I only know rumors and all of those seem to corroborate much of what Levi has said.”
Master answered, “I’d like you to go through those with me anyway, please,” and I shifted, barely stifling a groan. God, how was it possible for the conversation of creatures with such history to get so boring? It had this diminishing return factor where it had been really cool to listen to my Master tell his stories, but that was my Master and he wasn’t giving me attention now. I did like hearing possibilities about myself though. The magic had held something when I influenced those tourists and I knew that because if I remembered through the insane fog, I could logic out the fact that I had depleted my magic by overloading three people with so much of it.
Wouldn’t it be easier and more expedient to steadily influence with just a small amount, like the girl from the story? My logic sent me down the path and I tuned out the vampires talking around me, searching inside of myself for that pool that was refilled when Master fucked me. That was my version of feeding and it seemed that pool of magic could be controlled, if what the story implied was true.
I tapped the magic, holding it inside of me and carefully letting it trickle out curiously. Was that… how it worked? Surely there had to be more to-
“Bad Mira!” Master’s voice cut through my focus and I gasped, glancing up at him. The sight of him made my eyes go wide because the demon inside of him had burned to the surface in evident response to that flow. His eyes swirled black and the demonic presence beneath his flesh was an intense storm. Besides him, the other two vampires stared at me with fear, even while a kind of hunger appeared in their eyes.
“Well, that answers a question or two,” Sadra choked out, as if he was trying to keep from breathing.
I shrank back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t!” At the same time I thrilled to the look in my Master’s eyes, the delicious deviance that the demon gave him when it rose to play. I loved it when he treated me like this, when he scolded me and punished me. It satisfied me in a way very similar to food.
“It doesn’t matter. Guests aren’t food for you to entice and they’re not toys, either. Don’t do it again.” He leaned closer to me and whispered, “You don’t want punishment in front of guests, do you? That would be humiliating.” I shivered because yes, I kind of did want that and he smiled and stroked my nose, holding me close. “Behave and I’ll give you a treat later, one that you’ll like more than punishment.”
His head lifted from me and he looked towards the direction of his front door. This time I could feel what had gotten his attention and I shot to my feet, hissing and thinking only to guard my Master. But he and his friends stayed seated and he patiently caught my wrist while he stood far more calmly than I. “Thinking to guard me from an intruder, little one?”
“The fairies,” I answered softly. “It’s like shouts. It’s so loud. They didn’t do this with the other three. I don’t think it’s a friend, Master.” I said it matter-of-factly, but he only smiled patiently.
“Now, this one, I can explain to you. It’s merely an uninvited and unannounced guest, Mira. They’re stupid though. It’s not like vampires are known for their fondness of uninvited guests and there’s two of them, unless I’m mistaken. This has to be friends of the person who saw you last night. And, as a guess, I think the alarms you hear are the desecration’s wards being set off. For me it is very much like feeling an electrical shock but that’s because these wards are tethered to me, now that I live here.”
I followed beside him, my thoughts clearing now that the initial panic was over. I stood back nervously though when I saw two figures waiting for his permission to enter at the front gates. Their eyes shot to me almost instantly and I was discovering that I disliked attention. To my relief, my master sent them away, but he turned to me with a frown. “They’ll send someone else, someone I won’t be able to turn away.”
“Why not?” My voice came out petulant. I wanted it to be just him and I again and having visitors was boring.
“Politics,” he sighed, and then chuckled at the look on my face. “You may actually like the politics, little one. Vampire Court intrigue will be something you can wrap around your fingers. You’ll make the strings dance like a spider spinning a web and you’ll be able to influence and break the rules as you will.” He ruffled my hair and guided me to the door. “Chin up, little one. You’ll grow used to our world and you’ll love it, especially as powerful as you are. You just don’t realize it yet.” He caught my chin with a smile. “In the meantime, why don’t we make this a game?”
My eyes lit up because his demon was rising to the surface with his words. “What kind of game?”
“I’ll quiz you every now and again on proper etiquette. For every correct answer you give me, I’ll spank you with the wooden spoon in the kitchens. You know the one I mean?”
I grinned, wickedly mischievous. “Oh, yes!”
He chuckled. “Now I can expect you to pay attention and not torment my guests with lust.”
Bloody hell. I had known she was strange, but this was more than I had expected. She was powerful as well and, if rumor was true, her blood was a potent thing. Dangerous, that, in the world of vampires. Potent blood was what had eventually driven the fae into hiding. It was hard for a creature so steeped in thirst to resist something that gave it more violence and more power to go with that violence. We had learned long ago that if we fed on a fae we gained some of their magic for a short time, like leeches. We could feed on a woodland sprite and then lift flowers and gardens at a touch and a word. But it was only for a few short hours and then we were left wanting more of that power. It was like any drug for a human. Fortunately, Mira had more protection at her disposal than did a small fae. By nature alone, she was a more devious type of creature.
Still, though, I was getting concerned and my concern only deepened the next day when I felt the thing I had already predicted to Mira. It was a vampire guest whom I couldn’t ignore. As soon as she tripped my warnings, I knew who it was. That scent was one I would recognize anywhere. “Please stay here for a moment, Mira. We have a new guest.” I glanced at Levi, who wouldn’t meet my gaze, and sighed.
I met her at the gateway, inclining my head to her. She was ancient, even older than I, though she was not as powerful as me anymore, thanks to my demon. I don’t know what her human name originally was, but she went by Ishtar now. “Hello, grandmother,” I said softly.
“Lucius, you shouldn’t be so proper around family.” Her eyes sparkled and I smiled politely. I couldn’t like Ishtar because of the vampire nightmare she had created, but I had to be polite to her. After killing Astarte, I had divorced her family line to be my own clan in the eyes of the Court. On the one hand, it meant being a clan of one and only having myself for protection. On the other, I was just fucking fine with that after I’d seen what other vampires were capable of. I didn’t want anything to do with them for a long while and only Levi had managed to earn my friendship initially. Well, Levi and Sadra, but that was because I had Levi turn the scholar myself, since I couldn’t do it. So I wasn’t sure that counted.
“We’re not technically family now, Ishtar. Come in. Levi is already here.” Damn it, I really did not want to do this. My family. Once the vampire had seen my offspring, of course the word would have traveled up the chain and this was the cleverest person the Court could have sent. The ancients had left me alone because I was a loner vampire, not a threat to anyone. But of course, now I had an offspring and I had already had friends like Levi, who had also divorced Ishtar’s line. What were the odds they hadn’t heard that my offspring was something strange? I had managed to keep my own demon a secret after all.
“Of course he is. But I’m more interested in another little creature I’ve heard about, Lucius. Something a little more than a vampire.”
Damn it. “You lot are the bloody worst. None of you can mind your own damn business, you know that?”
Ishtar laughed openly. “Oh, I have missed how rude you are. All the others bow and scrape as soon as they feel my age near them. You have only ever shown as little courtesies as you had to in order to keep the Court away from you. It’s a breath of fresh air to be around someone with whatever power you managed to find, Lucius. Sebastian has been asking for you often lately. He told me to send you his regards and greeting when I saw you.” She stopped in the foyer and I swallowed. Mira had followed my request and stayed inside, but she had waited right by the door where she could hear everything, smell my emotions and safety, where she would be back by my side as soon as possible. What was more, the stress of company seemed to be getting to her. I had to find private moments multiple times a day to give her a bit of wicked playtimes. The wooden spoon from the kitchen had become something for me to use regularly, not just a reward. I had to spank Mira in increasingly degrading ways. Just before Ishtar had arrived, I had had to go so far as to having her say “thank you, daddy” with each and every strike. She was fraying, but she needed to get used to the presence of other creatures as well. This was a trial by fire for her in a way, one with steady pressure being applied to her sanity.
But so far she had bent to the strain and not broken. I was proud of her. “Mira,” I said softly. “Say hello to Ishtar. She is one of the Court’s elders and my grandsire. You remember how I taught you to behave with the hierarchy, yes?”
She nodded at me, fighting to keep shreds of sanity, but she looked every bit the princess I had dressed her as now that she had company. I had considered briefly letting her play with Vika, but I didn’t dare leave them alone together. She didn’t need the extra temptation to let go of her clarity.
As it was, her smile was only slightly wicked with Depravity’s genetics, and she curtsied exactly as I had taught her. “Hello, Your Grace.” She even intoned it with respect.
Ishtar did not answer for a moment, but then she inclined her head. “Good antalya escort bayan evening, Lilith’s granddaughter.” Goddammit. If Levi knew the legends and had seen it, of fucking course she would have as well. Her eyes turned to me. “I’m very curious as to how your Sire survived turning you.”
I kept my face expressionless at that and Mira tilted her head. “It was just he and I when he turned me. No warlocks.”
I couldn’t stop the smile at that and Ishtar nodded. “Understood, dearie. Have you learned how to focus your magic yet?”
Mira glanced at me and sidled closer. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean that you can narrow your attention on one person and only affect that one instead of an entire room. Most never learn how. Your kind is dangerous but we leave you alone, since you’re usually insane. And yet, you specifically are mostly aware. Have you learned focus?”
Mira curled into me. “My Sire is the head of my family, Your Grace. These questions are for him, I think.”
Ishtar’s eyes glittered and she bared her teeth in a grimace of annoyance at the political evasion. “That is a very aware thing to say.” She narrowed her eyes. “Let’s see how stable you are, shall we?”
It occurred to me, too late, what she planned to do. I had forgotten the way some elders could project thoughts into another creature’s mind. Oh, they couldn’t read and violate the privacy of the mind. But they could implant. “No, wait!”
Mira gasped and skipped backwards, her eyes going wide. “No! No, stop it, stop it please! It’s so hard to focus as it is and the mirrors are always there and-“ She broke with a mad sound somewhere between a giggle and a sob. “And the fairies are supposed to protect from anything. And why are you showing me these things of my Master? Why are you showing me him suffering? Who did it? Who hurt him?”
I snarled and slapped Ishtar before I could think, shaking in rage. I knew exactly what she was showing Mira, one of the few memories she had of me kneeling to Astarte. I remembered well that Ishtar had visited her fledgling and hadn’t done or said a damn thing against those torturous pastimes. Her eyes went wide with my strike and she turned to me while Mira fell to her knees, shaking and whimpering with soft crying laughs, whispering about the fairies and her Master. “How dare you? It takes my continual attention to keep her focus. It tortures her.”
Ishtar considered me, her hand on her cheek. “You’re even more protective of her than is normal. So it’s you who can give her sanity. I assume it’s only you who feeds her at the moment, as well.”
“And no one else is going to for a long time,” I hissed. “You know where the guest rooms are, Ishtar. You’ll have to forgive me for the lack of civility, but I have to take care of the mess you’ve given me.” I lifted Mira into my arms and she inhaled my scent, then giggled with blatant madness.
“My Master has me. My Master was hurt and starved and he feeds me anyway and he knows how to fix me when I’m shattered and broken and there’s nothing but the black lights and all the smoke and-“
“Be silent for me, little one.” She shivered and shook with soundless laughter at the sight of Compulsion and I made my voice as gentle as possible with the command. But I didn’t want her talking of the smoke and fairies where Ishtar could hear. “Let’s tend to you and get you back to me. I miss our conversations.”
Levi met us in the hallway and nodded that he would watch my home for me, so I took little Mira up to our room. I warded it so that we wouldn’t be disturbed and made sure we were soundproofed. I didn’t want these secrets known, the ones of how I tended and kept Mira in hand and in check. “Little one, it’s alright. And you may speak now.”
“You were hurt,” she whispered. “She starved you and made you work for blood.” Tears fell down her eyes and Depravity wanted to cry with her.
“The demon in my blood, the same one who has gifted me with your beautiful life, helped me to be free of her, little one. It’s far in the past and behind us.”
“You said you wouldn’t take my blood because it was wrong.”
I cradled her, wondering how I could best go about satisfying her and beating the demon into submission. “That’s very true. It would be improper of a Sire to take nourishment from his fledgling when the little one needs more. It is just biologically wrong, baby.”
My words meant little to her. They just weren’t registering in those eyes that glittered with fractured thoughts. Ishtar’s meddling had left her with little more mental prowess than a demon forced to act on its nature. I did not expect her to act on that nature in the way that she did however.
“Poor Master.” She undressed while I watched and blinked. I had always before initiated our playtimes together. But now I was curious. Did it have to be that way? It certainly seemed safer for me to stay in control, but could she use me as well? Something about the atmosphere of how she so brazenly undressed made me wonder. “She wasn’t good to you at all.” I looked at her perfect tits and my mouth went dry.
I didn’t know how, because her dead body shouldn’t have been able to do what it was, but she was somehow making herself lactate. She squeezed her breasts and milk leaked from those tips. Depravity went dead still, as if he were salivating in my blood. “Mira,” I whispered.
“Come and drink, Master, won’t you? No one has ever taken care of you and you take such good care of me. You’re teaching me everything. Let me give back, please. Pretty please? Drink.” I groaned because she wasn’t just talking about the milk.
And I couldn’t resist, not with Depravity about to go insane in my blood. My lips closed around one of those nipples and, at first, I took care to not make a single scratch with one of my fangs. I started to suck, hard, drinking at that white fountain from her breasts. “Mira…” My head fell back just enough for me to moan it out and then I was back to drinking, enjoying the strange flavor. She sat on the floor, so that I fell with her and had to tilt my head.
“Oh! Oh, yes, Master!” Depravity whined and shook his head, growling. “Bite me, Master. Take a drink. Just to taste the blood and milk together. It would be delicious.”
Depravity was whimpering and my fangs extended against my will. I was going to do it and I couldn’t even stop myself or think straight enough to remember why I should be concerned. Milk flooded my mouth and I wanted to take a sip of blood and then go further down her body to sip some cum out of her, then chase that down with more milk. I lifted my head with a moaning hiss, raising a hand to shove my fingers in her pussy and hear her cry out my name before my teeth sank into the flesh of her breast.
There was no vein there, but a small bit of blood trickled from the wounds on her breast. I licked and she suddenly gasped with a shock of ecstasy while Depravity howled. The force of pleasure and power hit me like a blast and I ripped away, laughing with my demon thick in my voice. Yes, oh yes, this was how we were better, when we were combined and our magic was insanely powerful. And we were combined. Her blood forced us to fuse and we were one for just a second. He was me and I was him and there was a strange swirl of sanity and insanity along with the blend of violence and wicked intent, the blend of sexual defilement and bloodlust. A name came to my lips. “I. Am. V-“
And just as suddenly, before I could say what I was when we were one, I was ripped back to normalcy. Depravity pant in my blood, wildly, and I moaned. Mira stared at me with those wide eyes of worship, but I realized that they were sane. It did work for her to do the wicked acts. It didn’t work as well and it was obviously dangerous, but it worked. “Mira,” I whispered. “From now on, I forbid you from taking control like that. When we play, you let me take care of you like I have been. You are also forbidden from telling anyone what just occurred between us or what happens when I drink from you. Understood? I command you to silence on the subject and command you to only ever let me be the dominant.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
I went to my closet and got a dragon head cane out that I used to use for theatrics, deciding that the lucite would be rough enough to bring her and I both some clarity after that. Depravity and I had been one! And we had been powerful, dangerously so, addictively so. I had felt that crackling strength and I had felt that nature that would have been my new name, though I couldn’t remember it anymore. “And you are absolutely forbidden from letting another feed from you. Unless you are forced to it or you need to for some reason, you are never to offer your blood to another again, not even me.”
Depravity cried out when I swung the cane and connected it with her ass, but he was weak after what had happened. I breathed easier while Mira squealed in bliss. Of course, if she had been human, such a toy would have been torment, but when I was careful I was learning how I could play with harder toys and have it be okay and not plague me. “Wily little succubus, topping from the bottom like that.” I smacked her again, leaving a gentle line across the seat of her ass. “Such a naughty girl.” Actually, she was a very good girl for bringing the power of her blood to my attention. That’s what she did to me with my demon inside of me. Of course her blood would have an effect on a vampire as well. It would likely make them more powerful in all the ways a vampire was already powerful.
It took everything I had to burn her blood from you. Ah, and now I knew why it had been so quickly used. Depravity had kept us from likely doing something terrible. So we would have separated eventually but that was hardly a state to be in with guests in my home. “Oh, Master.”
“It’s alright. I know what you need.” Depravity cooed at that, purred in subjection to my attentions. My God, he was like a cat when I played with them and their sin. “I know exactly how to take care of you. We’ll have to implement some rules for you to make sure I can keep you safe. I daresay you’ll enjoy all of them, things like how you’ll be staying by daddy’s side from now on.” She moaned and I chuckled, gently stroking the cane over her pussy. “Since you refuse to feed on your own, I suppose I must always feed you. You will be with me while I hunt for us both however. I no longer wish for you to be left alone and outside my protection. Especially now that Ishtar knows of you. The rest of the Court will as well, but no matter. We’ll deal with it together and we’ll figure out more about you together.”
She humped the cane, her whines turning needy. “Oh yes, Master. Please let me finish, Master.”
“Not yet. Your scent is not taunting me in any overly strong way, but I wish to subdue you with a thick demon cock anyway. Open this hole.” I tapped her pussy lips with the cane and she groaned. Once again, that tiny little slit widened erotically. I loved watching it and I used my thumbs on her asscheeks to pull them wider apart so I could see it better. Her little cunt expanded as if an invisible speculum were slowly being cranked impossibly wide, as if someone were trying to permanently ruin that hole of hers. Cream dripped from it and she shook beneath my grip while I stroked my cock, still watching the way her cunt twitched and stayed spread obscenely wide. Somehow I knew that it was spread specifically for me and the shape of my dick, huge though it was. I purred down at the sight of it. “This sex was made for me, baby. I’m the only one who is ever allowed to feed you unless I cannot and you need it, are we clear? In any way.”
“Oh yes, Master, I understand.”
I smiled darkly, petting her ass where the cane stripes had already healed and faded from her perfect flesh. “Do you want some cock and seed, Mira?”
“Yes! Oh yes, Master, I want it more than anything.”
I nodded and went to the bathroom, where there were little wine cups under the sink. I had taken to keeping them everywhere to better train Mira on how to calmly sip blood like a highborn. “Kneel on the floor and milk yourself into both of these while I watch you fill the glasses. One for each tit, Mira, go on.”
Depravity choked and rolled over. He was already thoroughly satiated where she was concerned, but everything else was just icing for him. He was gleeful, delighted. And so was Mira, very obviously. Her pussy still dripped and she cried out while she obeyed my command. I watched her work her own nipples, tugging them until they squirted into the glasses. She went back and forth between them, watching the sight with obvious enjoyment, licking her tongue over her teeth with greed. She filled up each glass obediently and I smiled with perversion. “Now it’s your turn to taste, since you so enticed me with it. Drink up, Mira. I want you to sip both glasses much like I taught you how to sip blood. Take your time and show me a leisurely drinking, but with this I want you to finger yourself open and moan your pleasure with every swallow. Go on.”
She purred the answer. “Oh, yes, thank you, Master. You’re in such a good mood tonight.”
I smiled. “I’m in a needy mood, actually, baby. After seeing you suffer and hearing what I have, I need the reassurance of connection and I need to feel the joy of conquering your insanity and seeing you coherent.”
She sipped from the wine glass in answer, forced to obedience, and she easily filled her gaping pussy with her fingers. Her eyes rolled back and she sipped again with a moan of ecstasy. While I stood and stroked the cane down her knees, she drank both glasses slowly, so slowly, and she twisted with pleasure, her pussy displayed for my viewing enjoyment. She seemed able to start and stop the things like lactation at will and I had a feeling she could control how much cum she dripped, if she desired, as well. “Oh, Master, did I demonstrate how much I enjoyed it well enough?”
“Definitely.” And God, she had. I couldn’t resist her anymore. “Bend back over the bed,” I growled. She obeyed and I stroked my palm between her legs before I breathed and pressed my cock to those slick nether lips. Instantly, she made a crying sound of bliss and I pressed inside of her, inch by inch. I had to fight for every silken caress of her, had to force my way while she so slowly spread to accommodate me in such an unnatural way. I loved watching it, loved seeing how insanely opened her sex became. It appeared as if I should ruin her forever, but it was the nature of her kind to take it and confuse it with food. Bloodlust and lust eternally twisted together inside of her.
Now that I knew that, it seemed all the more wonderfully pervasive. I moaned when I could go no further and she clamped on me, holding me still while she instinctively fed. It didn’t take long at all, as I had already fed her this way the night before, and she had not actually been using so very much magic.
And then I fucked her, so hard the bed rocked with some of the thrusts. Each one brought a growl from me and a cry from her and I was glad this room was so warded, glad I could have this private moment with her to feel secure again, especially after her moment of managing to undo me. Especially after all I had learned and how much danger it could possibly mean for my offspring. I would do what I had to in order to ensure her safety, but I wondered what that would mean for me. I had already felt that demon that waited from combining Depravity and I together. How often would I have to become that thing?
There was one thing D and I both agreed on. It didn’t matter what we had to become, so long as Mira could remain safely and twistedly my innocent. We didn’t want her to ever have to kill. She refused to take human life to feed, had only taken it in insanity, and I did not want her to have to take undead life either. No, I would figure this out and then I would take her back to her human home so she could have her memory back.
“Levi, do you have a minute?”
I caught him outside of my library with Mira at my side. After a few days of staying in my house with her, he smiled gently down at her now. Besides that first incident, she had been well behaved and sane enough that he had started to be taken in by her. “Of course, Lucius.”
I guided them both into the library and took a deep breath. “You seem a little more at ease with Mira.”
He chuckled wryly. “Yes, well, if I’m not as at ease as I should be, you’ll have to forgive me. The one run-in I’ve had with her kind left me shaken.”
“Of course.” I paused and considered. “And you have the self control that Astarte instilled in you, something that I know Sadra admires about you, loves you for.”
Levi was still, calm, as was his nature. It was why he and Sadra made a perfect pair really. Levi, like me, was once a violently tempered man, from my understanding, until trauma had happened to him. But Sadra was always the gentle soul of a scholar, and he was endlessly patient. They traveled together without putting stresses on each other’s time, and the temperament had rubbed off on Levi. “Where are you going with this, Lucius?”
I took a breath and tightened my arm around Mira. “She refuses to feed for herself. If something were to happen to me…”
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that, but there was no one I trusted more than him, not even Sadra. He glanced at her in astonishment. “Why won’t she?”
She whimpered and I grimaced. “She’ll only feed from me and nothing is apparently ever allowed to happen to me, but in case it does, I need reassurance.”
“She’ll go insane without you and your demon, won’t she?”
I nodded, blushing. “He’ll try to find her, call her back to hell if he has to, and I can tell you that for sure, but it’s the hungers I worry for and-“ God, I did not want to be thinking about this, “And that includes the other hunger of her kind. I think if she tried to feed on a human-“
“She’d kill him,” Levi answered shortly, and I flinched. I had guessed, but he said it with the assurance of one who knew. “She’d drain him of his life force trying to refill her magic and then she’d kill him.”
“Right. You know what, it’s too much. Forget I asked it and I’m so-“
“I’ll do it.” He said it quietly, abruptly. “I’ll make sure she’s okay for you. Anything for you, Lucius, after what you did.”
I breathed. “Thank you. I just needed the safety net.”
“So she won’t hunt.”
I growled in my throat at Ishtar’s voice, while Levi backed away. I nodded him to the door so he wouldn’t have to deal with this bullshit and he gave me a look of gratitude. I knew he hated being near Ishtar even more than I did, hated the reminders of Astarte. “This conversation has nothing to do with you.” God, I’d been irritated ever since she brought up Sebastian. Hearing the vampire king’s name brought up feelings I didn’t want to have every single time.
“Everything about her right now has to do with me and you know why. You’re not stupid, Lucius. You know why they sent me.” Goddamnit, I did know why and it made me even more irritated.
“Me and mine are not a threat to any of them.” I said it silkily, as polite as I could manage.
“You also shouldn’t have been a threat to your Sire, yet you bear the name Sirekiller with pride.” She turned her eyes on Mira, who curled into my side. “So whatever it was that allowed you to kill yours, she apparently has none of that characteristic. She ties herself to you more, in fact, and I’ve seen the Compulsion make her obey. She’s thoroughly under your control.”
I snorted, thinking of the night I’d tried to get her interested in hunting one day. “She obeys me, but I tend to think she has total control over me.”
Ishtar chuckled. “Come here, dearie.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked it automatically when she beckoned Mira, wary after what she’d already done to her, how she’d managed to confuse and break her with just one projected set of memories.
“Relax, Lucius. I’m going to try to teach her. Look at me, child, and I want you to focus on me as if I were your food.”
I blinked, taken aback. Mira was the one who answered with a confusion I hadn’t even considered. “Y-you can’t feed me, Your Grace.” I hadn’t made it past the thought of Ishtar being food for anyone.
Ishtar smiled. “Very true. I am not anatomically equipped for it, but I want you to pretend, I said. You have imagination, girl, so use it.” Mira nodded, wary and hesitant, but she nodded still. “Now, for your food, you need to sexually entice them. That’s where your magic comes in. I’ve already heard that you can drive humans to kill and that you can affect a room of vampires, as all your kind seems inclined to do while lost to insanity. But you can focus that magic too, on one specific prey, at least from what I understand. This has all been theory for as long as I can remember, since none of your sisters have had near the mental capacity that you do. I want you to try to entice me. You already know how to tap into that magic. Try directing it. Focus on controlling it under your absolute direction.”
Damn her, but I was actually interested in this and how she might know about it. Where did Ishtar get this from, a book on succubus magic? I had thought the word to be a myth mere weeks ago and it turned out even Levi knew about them, where I didn’t. Seven hells, maybe he was right and I was far too reclusive. I watched Mira curiously, as she closed her eyes and seemed to search herself.
I smelled it first, the change in her as she touched that magic. It crackled over her skin, that enticing scent that called to me. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the nights when I could tell she would feel hunger soon, but it was there. And then I felt Depravity teased beneath my skin, much the same as before when she had sent her magic out. I growled in his voice and Ishtar sharply interrupted her. “Stop. Search your room first, dearie. Feel the differences in the two vampires. You can sense us and feel our presences, our different magics. I can project my thoughts and Lucius cannot, but he has his own magic and taste. It is something far darker than mine, I might add. Search the two feelings first because you only want to influence one of the presences.”
Mira shook her head with a soft whimper while my vision cleared of darkness. “I’m trying. I am. Give me a minute. The fairies keep talking and the mirrors try to go up.” Ishtar watched her struggle to focus with interest and then Mira breathed and managed. “Okay. I can feel you.”
“Good girl. Now reach out to me, and me only, with just a trickle. You flooded those humans, child, and it’s a waste of magic. You only need a small bit, just enough to seduce and call like a siren would. Try it.” Mira’s scent changed again and I braced for Depravity to be pulled from me.
It didn’t happen. Ishtar gave a soft shiver and sighed with sensual lust, pleasurable chills apparently filling her with desire. “Very good. So it is true. That’s enough, dearie.” Mira seemed lost for a moment, her eyes still closed, and Ishtar hissed so that I quickly shook my fledgling, intervening for her safety.
“Stop, little one. Stop right now.” Compulsion snapped her from her reverie and she shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Your Grace. It’s hard to focus and hear, I think. It’s like hearing from far away.” She bowed her head politely, in sweet apology, her sanity aided by my wild performance still recent in her mind.
Ishtar sighed. “You did well, child, and it’s alright.” But there was something upset in her eyes as well. She turned to me. “Lucius, I’d like to offer you a chance to rejoin my clan as family. Please take it.”
I stared at her. “No.” Never. I had killed her daughter for being a horror and I wouldn’t be beholden to that bloodline ever again, especially not now when I had my own to look after. “I’ll never accept that, Ishtar.”
She nodded sadly. “Then you must know that you’re bringing her for introduction to the rest of the Court as your own responsibility.”
I sighed. I couldn’t say that I was surprised. It was a formality, really, a way for vampires to make an effort at protecting our species, to make sure everyone was safe and so on and so on. I really hated some of the older ones though. They were pretentious bastards who used the power of their age to dictate when they were bored, when it pleased them. It was such a predictably human way for them to act that it annoyed me. “I assume we’ll be traveling with you?”
Ishtar nodded again. “Yes.”
“Can the others go, if they wish? I don’t see why on earth they’d want to, but I need to know if I have to kick all of my guests out.”
“They may do as they will.”
Great. Now I could worry about vampire protocol instead of worrying about taking care of and understanding my newborn. Why? Because fuck me and my priorities, that’s why.
I learned that I enjoyed traveling with Mira. We ran through the nights together, while Ishtar went her own form of travel. We would end up at the same safe houses for the day, but we didn’t really have to see much of my grandsire. Usually she would just nod in acknowledgment that we had arrived where we agreed and then disappear to her room. I did far prefer my own method of materialization however.
Well, okay, I preferred it for the convenience, but I liked getting to run with Mira for the fun. It took us two days of traveling in the states together and we ended up using my materialization anyway. We would stalk prey as we found it together, while running through the trees. We didn’t feed, or even kill. We merely hunted and crouched low to give silent chase to the animals whose senses were far more fun to evade than humans’. We played and wrestled and ended up taking too much time with our antics, so that I had to will us to safety anyway. But I materialized us a little ways outside of Ishtar’s safe points so that it appeared we had been responsible travelers. With her driving for hours and us running, we ended up at the Court’s stronghold on the American continent in the middle of the second night.
It was a perfect setting too. Northern, cold. Ice glittered on the ground and decorated the trees around us like an upcoming Valentine’s Day scene. It would make an excellent painting, especially with Mira in the forefront. She turned to me outside of the fortress stronghold and I had to smile at the way she grinned, fixed the scene in my memory so I might be able to capture it on canvas. “It’s so beautiful and the cold is so soothing. I can feel the blood moving slower inside of me.”
I held my hand out for her to take and she did, walking with me. Ishtar had already said that we wouldn’t be meeting the Court until the next evening and she had driven a car there, consenting to take our packed clothing in it. We had time enough to enjoy the scenery and I could use the time to make sure Mira’s sanity was well fortified, to brace her for what was to come. “It’s always a calming feel for us. Perhaps I’ll take you swimming while we’re here, so you can feel the freezing water soothe your skin. I think it might be something to help your sanity as well. I’ve already been considering different forms of water play, trying to think of a way to try it. If it works well, perhaps I’ll buy us a water tank to use with you.”
She danced beside me, laughing happily. “I would love that very much, Master! I like the thought of swimming. And I like the cold showers you’ve taken with me.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Perhaps I’ll get the tank anyway, just to play with.” She nuzzled me and kissed my jawline before brushing her fangs down to my throat, caressing the vein there. I couldn’t help but purr to the attention. “Now, where to start with a decent summary of the council.” I considered the rest, wondering what all they would want to speak with her about, wondering how she would hold up.
“There’s seven of them, because they’re dramatic fucks, who feel the need to be cliche about everything?” She quoted my words back to me with a grin, trying to calm my worries.
I nodded and it worked to make me laugh. “Yes, exactly. Try to call one of them out on it and they’ll tell you all about how it’s poetically intelligent, that it’s fitting, and then they’ll tell you how the lake of harboring sin and guilt at the foot of Satan’s throne is a poetic mirror to the lake of forgiveness at the foot of God’s throne or some other justification. But the reality is they just feel the need to copy things and feel dramatic. They’re seven of the oldest, most powerful vampires there are, and there’s two females and five males. They’re… a strange lot.”
She stopped me in the snow to hug me, resting her head against my chest. “And Ishtar is one of them, but she’s not as powerful as you now that you have Depravity.”
“True. I’m more powerful in a direct sense, but Ishtar is clever and she didn’t live this long by not being able to hold her own, so I would avoid a fight with her. I’d avoid a fight with all of them to be honest, especially Sebastian. I have no idea what his original name was but he’s definitely older than that name is. He’s the oldest of our kind who’s still sane, as far as I know. I think he was likely around during the earliest versions of Egypt, but he’s not an Egyptian either. Ishtar seems to be the youngest of them, as far as I can feel and tell. Sebastian will probably be the one to talk to you.”
At that she moved away from me, with a soft whimper of fear, and she wasn’t smiling even slightly anymore. I took her hand to guide her to the stronghold, while she spoke softly. “I’m scared.”
“Of him? Don’t be. He’s nice enough from every time I’ve spoken with him.” Barring my own twisted desires for the vampire king, that was true, actually. “He’s power driven, though, so he doesn’t like threats to his rule, but you and I are hardly a threat. He just needs to speak with you so he can learn that for himself, little one. He’ll play nice. I think they have two concerns over you. The first is whether or not I’m becoming a threat, since I’ve been on the radar after I took in Depravity and his power. The second thing, I think, is that you might consider your kind, and others like you, as a separate race from them.” I had agonized over this, wondering what questions the Court would ask her, wondering if it would be a full interrogation or if they would allow a conversation with her, one on one. I had requested a private conversation from Ishtar, thinking it would be better for Mira’s sanity, but wasn’t sure if I would be granted my request.
Mira stared up at me and I stopped outside of the stronghold gates with her. “But I don’t want anything to do with finding others like me! I’m not even like them at all, from what everyone has said.”
I smiled and stroked her hair back. “I know, dear one, but they don’t know what you are, so they’re wary. It’s your job to show them and let them see.” I kissed her head and rang the gate buzzer, waving at the security camera.
A human met us at the gate and I fell silent at the sight of her, while Mira sniffed and shook her head against the scent that filled her nose. The woman stood by as the gate opened, and she stared at the both of us with dead, gray eyes. Mira looked to me with distress. “Master. She-“
“I know,” I answered softly. “Mentally dead. I’m afraid you’ll find my species often barbaric in some ways.” I led her behind the silent thrall that guided us. “It’s something that happens when one of the elder vampires uses their thought implanting, and feeding hypnosis, too much. They’ll often do so on purpose until the human mind erodes and dies, leaving just enough to keep the body alive. It gives the vampire a blood slave, so they don’t have to hunt. All one like Sebastian needs to do is project his thought and one like her will go to his embrace and tilt their head for him to have access.”
Mira was quiet, and then softly answered, “I don’t think I could do that to someone. I know what it’s like to feel lost in my mind, and it’s terrible.”
I soothed her hair back. “I know, little one. And I know it’s disturbing. My kind is not a very nice species and they’re often ugly. Would some music help you when we get to our rooms?”
“Yes, please, Master.”
I smiled and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing so well for one under duress. I’m so proud of you for keeping your sanity, Mira. Make it through this with me and we’ll spend a few weeks going anywhere your little heart desires. I’ll get you your human memories back and I’ll show you how much fun it can be being immortal.”
She smiled back, a scared little smile, but it was there nonetheless. “I’m trying, Master. It’s hard.”
“I know and I’m sorry this is the first you’re seeing of the rest of our kind, sorry that I could not give you a softer introduction. Let’s get inside together and get ready for tonight. They should meet us at the beginning of the night and if all goes well, maybe we can leave before the night is over and run together.” I kissed her head and waited with her by the entrance of the fortress, while the thrall rang the doorbell.
“I would like that, Master, and I’m sorry I brought attention to us.”
“I know, darling, and it’s alright. It will always be alright and no matter what happens, I’ll hold your safety as my highest priority.” I grimaced at the feeling of Depravity snarling in my veins as soon as we walked into the grand entryway of the fortress. We could smell and feel the elder presences and he was in a right state about it.
I swear to the morning star that if they touch her, Lucius, you are to drink from her and we will burn the lot of them, and this place. I’ll salt the earth and leave a monument so desecrated that your home will look like a fucking playground in comparison.
I flinched at the pure conviction in his tone. This was not fun, so far. But I was managing to keep my tone calming when I spoke to her and that’s what mattered for the moment. Mira followed me through the lavish foyer and we were led up two flights of stairs to a room of our own. There were no windows in that place and the air was stale from the effects of it, so that it almost felt like an overly grand tomb.
The servant gestured to the rooms we were to stay in, still eerily silent. She looked to me and tilted her head back and I inhaled with the twisted, unspoken invitation.
But I had Mira to feed and no other food source, so I lowered my head to her throat and drank, filling myself more than enough. “Thank you,” I said softly, even though she couldn’t hear a thing.
As expected, she gave no indication of awareness to my words and left without answer. Mira shivered by my side and curled into my touch again. “Why can’t you come and speak to them with me?” She whimpered it, scared and upset, and Depravity growled.
I held her as soon as we were in the room together and the door was shut, lifting her into my arms and cradling her. “Protocol, dear one. I’ve requested that I be allowed to for your sanity’s aid, in this case, but I’m not sure how they’ll reply. It’s alright. It’s going to be okay and I’ll speak with Ishtar as soon as I can. Let’s just get it over with and then I’ll do my best to make sure that you never have to deal with them again.”
“Okay, Master. I’ll try.”
“Brave girl. Chin up, little songbird. Let’s play with Depravity together. He’s being kind of a bitch right now anyway.”
Your bullshit hierarchy started this first and I’ll show you a bitch if they don’t leave her alone.
You know, I liked it better when you couldn’t talk sometimes.
No, you didn’t.
I considered that, taking Mira to our large guest bed. Okay, it was true. I hadn’t really enjoyed it any more at all. It had felt lonely, and now I rather liked the feeling of having a family. It was a twisted one, but it made me happy to have it. Maybe there was something to be said for having a clan of my own one day, a real one. Having Mira was opening me up to the consideration. Other vampires under my protection and in my company?
I was starting to enjoy that thought. I pulled Mira over my lap, needing to feel her under my power for reassurance at the moment. She arched with a soft whimper and lifted her hips automatically, sighing when I lifted her dress up to reveal her ass. I stroked my palm over her flesh, petting her, eager to feel the satisfaction of spanking her. Depravity sighed inside my head, as if kneeling in his own desire to take my playtime and the painful pleasure it gave him. “Now. I’m going to give you a nice, thorough spanking. I want you to be quiet about it, since we’re guests in the stronghold and it would be rude to wake our hosts from their resting. When I’m done, you’re going to kneel between my legs and politely ask me for a drink and ask me to feed you. And I want you to do all of this with the manners I’ve taught you and with the dignity of your status, understood?”
She stroked her hands down my legs and bent her head to kiss my torso. “Oh yes, daddy, I understand.” She turned to grin wickedly at me. “Now that I know how to focus my own magic, can I feed some of it to you while we play to give you more pleasure?”
I chuckled and stroked my fingers between her legs. “When we get home, we will play with your magic. For now, this is not the time or place and I need control.” She pouted, my bratty little succubus, and I spanked her, so that she gasped and turned with a soft sound of pleasure. “Brace your toes on the floor. I don’t want any kicking, or moving either. You know you need this for your own good. Be a good girl for daddy.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
I smiled and spanked her again, giving her loving little slaps, and I smoothed the flesh after I did it each time, so that her whimpers were ones of fiery arousal and desire. I ended up making her lay spread eagle on the bed for me, so that I could lick up her hot little slit when she was drenched with cream, purring over her while Depravity whined. “Did you know that your cum even tastes like a treat, little succubus? It tastes better than ice cream, as if it were made for a vampire to eat for dessert after enjoying the metallic taste of blood filling him.” She arched with a choked, very quiet cry while I smiled. “In fact, I think that’s exactly what it’s meant to be. Since you refuse to drink blood for yourself, I think you should repay me, by letting me lick some of this cum up after every time I feed for both of us. Don’t you think that’s fair, little one?”
“Oh, yes, Master. That’s more than fair. Please eat as much of my pussy as you want. Am I allowed to cum when you do, so that you can lick up more?”
I knew what she hoped the twisted answer would be and I found that I was capable of giving it, now that we had played a few games together. It was astonishing, given that denial had been something I was sure I could never give her. And yet… my cock turned hard at what she and Depravity both wanted. “Hm.” I pretended to consider her request. “No, I don’t think you should cum when feeding me that. You’ll have to wait from now on and cum when I fuck you afterwards instead. That way, I’ll get another taste after feeding your hungry little cunt.”
She arched in ecstasy at the words and Depravity moaned with blissful satiation. “Oh, yes, Master. You’re right, of course. That is a much better idea.” She smiled up at me with such sanity and pleasure and fun that it was okay.
It was all okay and I was finally coming to grips with that fact, even while I was finally getting some answers. “Pretty Mira.” I pet her lovingly before I lifted her to the vein in my throat. “I love you, little one. I’m glad for the sad circumstances that led you to my arms and it’s cruel of me to say it, but I’m glad you suffer an undeserved eternal torment.”
She sipped at my vein for a moment, her fangs a tease puncturing my flesh and every pull was gentle, every drink light and leisurely as I had taught her. She only answered when she pulled away and that was to smile and say, “I’m glad I do too, Master, so I can stay in your arms.”
Depravity purred with a small sound of delight and I sighed in contentment. All we had to do together was get one last thing over with and then we could go home and be happy like this.
Master fussed over my dress while we walked to the library. It turned out that Ishtar had been able to get me the private audience with Sebastian, something that made me glad. I wasn’t sure I could keep the walls of mirrors from rising in my mind if faced with seven vampires who could project thoughts into my mind. The sheer possibility of being in the center of them might have broken me. It seemed that was the logic that had won me the private audience, since they were trying to gauge how much sanity I was capable of holding.
The downside to that was that Sebastian only agreed if it was an absolutely private audience. As in, Master couldn’t come with me. Ishtar had seemed afraid when she said that part to him and for a second, I had seen the blackness swirl like a hurricane beneath his skin. He had answered her through gritted teeth, as if it was painful for him to speak at all, and I knew he was having an internal war with the demon inside of him. But he had managed to spit the words out. “We accept this.” And then he had turned away from her, shaking with the effort of his struggle, and even Ishtar seemed to understand that she should take her leave and get the hell away from him.
For a moment, I stood by the bed, scared of the wrath of the two creatures who had made me. But then I had reasoned that neither of them were capable of willfully harming me and my Master was suffering. So I worked up my courage and approached him, gently stroking a hand up his arm. The touch seemed to work, for he went still and allowed me to continue petting him. I reached up and stroked my fingers through his hair and a soft rumbling sound escaped his chest. “Would you like some milk, Master?” I said it submissively, with a playful grin.
It worked. He laughed and turned to touch my nose, the demon inside seeming to calm. “That’s still topping from the bottom, naughty thing, but I’m starting to realize that you’ll be able to do that no matter how hard I try.”
I grinned. “I don’t know what you mean, Master.”
He laughed all the harder. “Oh, I think you most certainly do and use it to your advantage. Depravity can’t even stand the sight of seeing you cry and you’re a spoiled little princess fledgling, who doesn’t even have to learn how to hunt after you stomped your foot and cried over it. I no longer rule my household, it seems.” But his black, smoky eyes twinkled and swirled with his demon and he was smiling. “Thank you, little one. That helped both of us a lot.” He sighed. “He was not happy to hear that. Let’s get you dressed and get this over with. I’ll have to feed D a hell of a lot of playtime for making it through this. He never used to speak really, before you came along, and I’m glad he has something of a voice now, but gods, he’s needy where you’re concerned.”
“I’m sorry I’ve caused you trouble, Master.”
He scoffed. “If you apologize again, you’ll be sitting in timeout for your nonsense. Now, let’s dress you and get this over with. Ishtar said I’m supposed to be under guard while you go in.” He grimaced and sighed, turning me like his doll, in the way I loved. His eyes trailed over my naked form with the eye of speculation he got when deciding what I should wear.
“Master,” I said softly, when he decided and fit me into an evening dress that was both elegant and enticingly sexy. “How do you ignore my bodily changes when every other vampire so far has looked at things like my tits and hips and ass? Do they not please you, too?”
He froze in his dressing me and turned me to face him, from where he had been tying a bow at my back. His eyes glittered with something that made me inhale sharply with a bit of fear. “When we’re back home, you are going to lay on our bed while I lick every perfect inch of you and tell you why that question makes both of your creators agitated to hear it. Together, we’re going to ease any doubts you will ever have. Why do you ask it?”
“I’m sorry!” I looked up at him with fear. “I didn’t mean to upset, Master. It’s just that when you dress me you don’t show interest.”
His lips relaxed and he turned me back around to finish tying me. “I see. That is mostly because I am a 2,500 year old vampire who once had control harshly beaten into me, little one. I am always enticed by everything about you, from your beautiful body to your terribly wonderful scent. And as for things like these tits of yours.” He stroked his hands up and kneaded my breasts through my dress so that I moaned. His answering chuckle was wry and horny in my ear. “I crave their feel and taste always. And the milk you feed me is something I have to be wary of, lest you steal my control and leave us both worse off for it. When I denied drinking from these earlier, it was only due to necessity, baby. It seems I’ll need to indulge in that to soothe you as well, however.”
When he pet me again, I was smiling wickedly, and I turned to nip his jaw. “Yes, Master. Please show me and punish me for my doubt when we get home, please?”
He laughed and kissed my forehead. “I most certainly will. Now, let’s go meet Sebastian. Remember what I’ve taught you, yes?”
“Yes, Master. Be polite and show deference as fitting for a princess. I’m a sweet little predator who knows her hierarchy and I wish no harm on any of them. Answer any questions directly to do with me, but refer all questions regarding secrets of demonism or lifestyle to my clan lead, which is you, Master. And above all, try to keep my sanity as best as I can. And I’ve been given a lot of Depravity’s reassurance to do this. So just remember that ‘daddy said so and I’m a good daddy’s girl’.” I grinned mischievously at that last part and Master tweaked my nose, shaking his head.
“Perfect.” He ruffled my hair and tried to hide his worry while he walked me to the door of the library. He had requested alone time without the servants that so disturbed me and his requests had been granted. I hesitated outside the door by his side and I flinched under his arm, but that action made the demon inside him swirl angrily, so I tried to be brave and stand tall instead.
“Okay. I can do this. I’ll see you soon, right?”
He nodded. “Of course, baby.”
“Okay.” I let go of his hand and took a breath and pushed the door open.
It fell closed behind me and I swallowed at the sudden loss of my Master. It was strangely complete, cutting me off from his scent and the feel of that demon, from the little fairies that kept him crowned as a demonic king. And I pieced together that this must be the feeling of entering a warded room without him. I hated it.
I hated it even more when I looked up and saw, felt, the creature waiting for me in the library. Oh, it was a cozy enough setting and perfectly designed to keep me soothed, make my sanity easier to maintain. But the creature in front of me made me go quite still. He was old, so old that little humanity remained in him. I doubted he even remembered anything of once having ever been one of the prey he now hunted. But when he looked on me, it was with eyes of interest and calm judgment.
“Good evening, Lilith’s granddaughter.” Even his voice was designed to entice and lull one in, like the perfect predator. It sounded like silk sliding across my skin.
“Good evening, Your Grace.” I said it and curtsied, respectful, but for the strangest reason, I wanted so very badly to rebel this man, wanted to feed him lust magic and bring him low. I didn’t know why, didn’t know what driving force turned me into an emotion, except the walls of mirrors threatened to turn me into a maddened creature, turn me into something like Depravity that wanted to punish. It took every bit of willpower to incline my head in a look of delicate submission.
“Such good manners. Come in, dear girl. There’s no reason to be so wary.”
I took a breath, thinking it would probably be rude to tell him that he must be a sinful creature because being near him threatened my sanity, and walked closer to him. His eyes roved appreciatively down my form, in the way of a king studying something under his rule, and I hated him all the more. No. Think. All you have to do is play nice through this and go the hell home. I settled for something polite but truthful. “From my understanding, there’s all the reason to be wary.”
My appearance and shy voice seemed to amuse him, so that I thought I might actually be able to insult him to a degree and he’d find it entertaining. His eyes lightened with my words. “Ishtar was right. You are very aware. She said you can focus your magic even. Would you be willing to show me?”
I nearly groaned. I had to play along with that, but the truth was it felt dangerous. Everything in my being wanted to do what he said, this terribly old creature. “If you ask me to, I will,” I answered softly. “It does feel… rude, however.”
He laughed and abruptly closed the distance between us, stroking a finger down my cheek. “Oh, you are a delightful thing. I’ve never gotten to meet one who can even carry on a conversation, let alone worry about such manners. Go on, child. I’m commanding you to. Show me your magic.”
I took a deep breath and focused, feeling his presence first, like Ishtar had shown me. And Sebastian wasn’t magically hard to find. Oh, his physical appearance was innocuous enough and he didn’t even dress with a sense of vampire theatrics. His hair was something not dark or light. His eyes were yellow and he wore jeans with a black shirt, something completely camouflaged in the human day and age. But his presence? That was something impossible to miss. I thought it might have even stood out to me in my most insane state of mind. As it was, I had to breathe through the abyss of night that was where he stood. But I managed and I managed to let magic gently trickle into that being.
A soft sound escaped him, one that made me flinch and instantly draw back in fear, cutting off the magic. It was too enticing. There was too much sin and lust in that dark hole of a tortured soul and I whimpered, afraid of being drawn escort antalya into the joy of giving more deserved torture. I suddenly understood the nature of the creature’s relationship with the vampire from Levi’s story. She had been every bit beholden to that vampire, if he had been dark enough. I could absolutely see why he had seemed a figurehead, if she had been addicted to tormenting him.
Much like Sebastian would offer addiction, even to me. He smiled in encouragement when I opened my eyes again. “Feel good?” He asked softly.
I shivered at the dark note in his voice, as if he knew, and I imagined that he did know these things, better than anyone else alive. “Y-yes, Your Grace. It did feel good.”
“I imagine so. You have power, so much so that it almost feels as if you’re a direct descendant of one of the demons. It’s amazing that you have so much thought at all. Ishtar says that seems to be something that Lucius influences, no?”
Something shivered down my spine. He knew my Master’s secret. I wouldn’t confirm the knowledge, but I didn’t think it mattered. This vampire already knew exactly what my heritage was, or had guessed most of it. Terror rocked through me, though, at the desire in his eyes when he looked at me. It was something like the She Wolf of Dante’s Inferno, the emaciated animal of hunger and greed. “Yes, Your Grace. He has a touch on my mindset and feeds it. Otherwise it’s…” I shuddered, trying to put it to words that didn’t sound so crazy. “It’s like trying to think through an impossible mirror maze. It’s awful.”
His smile was lecherous, covetous. Master, I think this is bad. “That is a pity, really. The sanity is part of the power, but it isn’t necessary. I have hoped for one of your kind with such beautiful strength for so long. It would have been nice to have independent sanity, but I’ll settle.”
And then I felt that horrible thing that Ishtar had done, that terrible penetration of my mind, and this time it was powerful enough to make me fall to my knees in fear. The hall of mirrors shot up, seeming eternal in their endless length, like something I would never escape from. I laughed with that maddened sound and couldn’t remember why I hated that sound. It was like liquid escaping from my hands too fast for me to cling to.
All I could focus on instead was that enticing darkness that begged to be fed and poetically punished with sin. I snickered and fed that presence my magic, just that one presence. It seemed strange that I could focus the magic, but I did it and trickled it into him, a steady torment. “There we are. Ishtar also told me how to break you.”
I giggled again, in the floor on my knees, staring up into the face of the abyss. “Break me? You can say so, but it’s not I who is really broken.” I said it in a sing-song voice, my smile growing.
He lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, certainly that’s a fair point. Age does have a way of erasing a creature and leaving nothing but the punishment. Go on and feed the need of your demonic heart, child. Torment me as you will. I assure you that I can take it. Come to me, now. Don’t you want to come with me for an eternal food source? I have a room for you to feed on.”
“But my Master-“
The slap across my face made me gasp, it was so sharp, and I choked on a sob. The monster above me who called himself Sebastian smiled pleasantly in the wake of his cruelty. “I’m your new Master, dear one. Come with me.”
I felt hot tears and shook my head. “No. No, please.”
But that was useless. He lifted an eyebrow thoughtfully. “You do retain some sanity, then, or some residue of desires you had when sane. You wouldn’t be able to think of him with my offer in your face, otherwise. Interesting, that, and you still remember how to singularly funnel your magic. These are useful things. Your willingness was more a formality, I’m afraid, dear one.”
He lifted me to his arms before I could think and I was crying and couldn’t remember why. The words left my lips before I could really consider them or their meaning. “But he’s my god and the fairies follow him and make a crown around his hair and their kiss feeds me and gives me thought and forgets me not and cleans the rot.”
Sebastian didn’t even react to my ramblings, merely glanced down to watch me with interest while he glided, as if flying. He didn’t travel like a vampire did but he also didn’t travel like my Master, but then I couldn’t think of that anymore because all I could remember was my Master and his fairies and that demon beneath his flesh and the tears started falling and wouldn’t stop. At last, Sebastian hummed and my head fell against his chest for the sound. I sniffled and curled closer to the black hole as if it might comfort me. And it did, strangely, the feeling of all the sin there for me to punish. There was a specific sin I was attracted to and it seemed to help me concentrate, just a little, seemed to soothe that mad desire. “That’s it, dear one. There’s no reason for this suffering. Didn’t you enjoy feeding that magic to torment me? Go on and do it. I can bear plenty of it.”
I brushed my eyes and considered his words because they did sound a bit nice and I was so conveniently nestled into his arms. I fed him magic, letting it flow, and it felt like using a muscle that I had held still for too long, felt as nice as releasing a breath, even. “What are you going to do to me?”
He chuckled. “Not that you’ll be able to follow this thought anymore, but you’re going to create a room of shock and awe for me, of a kind. You’re going to weave all that magic into a den of pure evil and I’m going to use it to quell some of the unruly children who think they can stand to me.”
All I could piece together was room, den, and evil and that made me giggle before I shivered and nestled closer, trying to torture that black hole as much as it deserved, knowing I would never be able to satisfy the retribution. An eternity of multiple demons fueling this creature might begin to be enough. Might.
And it only got worse. As he traveled, I felt something that made me turn my head and hiss with a snakelike action, my tongue flitting out to taste the air. It was something far in the distance still, something that was like a beacon calling me. I snapped my teeth in a form of hunger and need, wondering if I could punish whatever caused that beacon enough to find my sanity again, wondering if anyone could, since I obviously couldn’t even touch on the creature holding me.
“I see that you can sense your new home.” What den was he taking me to? I missed my Master who had always known how to make me clear again, how to make me see calmly again. As it was, I shifted in agitation and Sebastian was carrying me directly to that pit like a straight line. “You’ll find plenty of fitting slaves to feed on and I want you to weave your magic into a show to make other vampire’s terrified, to make them cringe to my touch, at the mere threat of being enslaved by you.” I felt saliva coating my teeth already, even while I fed magic. Hunger beget hunger and I was drowning in a well that would never fill because there was a drain at the bottom of it. I whined, confused, but that only served to feed Sebastian’s amusement. “Such dear creatures, you granddaughters. You always had such power that we could never touch or replicate. I was interested very intimately in your kind for a few centuries. It took me an unusual amount of time to piece together that you were actually related to demons and not vampires at all. You are one of the few true travesties left to the earth.”
He was cooing above me in a twisted form of possessive pride, having stolen me from my rightful creator. And something bad would happen, I knew. I didn’t know how it would, only knew that a terrible demon law was being violated and something would come of it. I only hoped that it was something to save me. And then I saw nothing but endless mazes in my mind and cried again, because I could only see the face of my god and nothing else mattered besides the fairy light crown he wore.
He was the rightful ruler, not this fake king who held me. He held far more power that he hadn’t awakened yet, had only briefly touched upon by drinking my blood. I giggled in my tears because the fairies told me so and their dark magic whispered to me of secrets and blades of the black empire beneath, of how those magics and weaponry were still there and I was related and he could control me and own me and hold me and make me think oh so cleeeeeeeearly…
I woke with the feeling like the blood in my veins was boiling, like it was torturing me from the inside out. Depravity was screaming in my head. I’ll fucking kill them all, Lucius! Wake up. Wake up right now.
“I’m awake.” I groaned it. “God, what the hell was that even?”
Demon incapacitation. From a very old grimoire. It takes a long time to set up, but it’s fucking effective. Someone knew what you were.
My eyes snapped open where I lay outside the library when his words sank in. I knew who had known my secret. Sebastian had always flirted with me, had always known, though I had never told him. “That fuck. He just wanted her the entire time. Look, D, we’ll get her back or I’ll burn all of us, I swear it.”
I’ve seen what your fucking deals are worth!
You can read my thoughts, you idiot! Do you think I don’t love her? Do you think I don’t have every bit as much interest for her wellbeing, D? Do you? Say it straight to me, if that’s what you think, or shut up and work with me.
He was silent for a moment. But then his answer was soft. You think more clearly than I do. All I have is my sin. Please. Please, Lucius.
There was something terribly broken in his voice, something that I couldn’t dwell on, because I was dangerously close to feeling it with him and, if I did that, we would all be lost. I couldn’t stop and feel or I wouldn’t be able to do what I needed to. I forced myself to my feet and materialized outside of Ishtar’s rooms, where I knocked so goddamned loud that it would wake up any of the elders. I didn’t give a shit which one I reached anymore, but one of them was going to answer.
Ishtar, true to socialite form, cringed from scenes. She opened the door with a hiss in my face. “What the bloody hell do you think-“
“He took her. Sebastian. He took my offspring.”
That shut her up. She went still and studied me, then sighed. “I didn’t think it would be him, but I worried that one of them would do something.”
“You worried? Really, Ishtar? And you drug her into this den, right in the middle of danger?” I couldn’t stop Depravity from rising furiously to my surface and Ishtar backed away. It was a small motion in a moment of weakness, but it was enough to make me understand that she was terrified of me.
“Lucius, I don’t know what you are anymore, but you’re not a vampire and that girl made it clear. There is none like her. She was bound to attract attention, bound to be coveted, and it seems that the oldest of us couldn’t resist.”
“Couldn’t resist?” I burst into mad laughter. “Oh, I have no doubt that he could resist.” A dark thought suddenly came to me, one that made my eyes go wide. I paced outside of Ishtar’s safe room. “He could absolutely resist. It wasn’t that. He’s going to use her, isn’t he? He’s going to-“ I choked, barely able to get the words out. “God, he’s going to rape her and make her into Levi’s story, where she makes a terrible scene for him. He’s always been about power. That was his only true need and desire, has been the only human thing he’s ever felt, and anything at all to fuel that end is what he wants. That’s what she’s for, as a threat.”
Ishtar cringed at the rage and venom in my voice, at the way I couldn’t stop hissing, couldn’t stop the sorrow and rage from burning me. “Yes, Lucius. It seems likely by what I’ve always seen of Sebastian.” She hesitated, then softly whispered. “You can’t go after him, Lucius.”
I stared at her, then grinned slowly, with all of Depravity’s rage. “Oh? You think not, Ishtar? Would you like to finally see my secret, see how I killed my Sire, your daughter?”
Her eyes went wide and I bared my teeth, letting my fangs rip through. I let Depravity burn up to my surface, let him take control and cackle his mad laugh, let him fill my eyes and breath with black smoke. Ishtar choked when he blew into her nostrils and she staggered back while I howled in laughter. It took everything I had to regain control. In the midst of the rage, it felt so good to let the demon take over me and he was volatile and ready to do so, ready to burn. I pant against her doorway from the effort and stared at her. “I was so desperate after what she did to me, Ishtar, that I opened a way to hell. I would rather have a demon live in my blood than suffer what she did to me again. And I would suffer a thousand more to have my fledgling back. Help me or I’ll open another portal and make as many pacts as I have to, even if I make our entire race extinct. I’ll burn it all, Ishtar. She’s the first companion I’ve ever had and she makes us both happy. Would you really like to see a demon denied his daughter while he knows she’s being raped and wounded? You don’t understand what this means, but she was pact payment, damn you!”
Ishtar stared at me with horror for a full minute before she gestured. “Come in, Lucius. I’ll tell you everything I know. I’ll help you, but I want a demon pact with you in return, then.”
I bowed my head. “Anything you like, grandsire. I love pacts. Only morons make them.”
I whimpered when Sebastian finally carried me to his den. It was prepared exactly as he had promised. There were at least 16 vampires in that place, and all of them were wrought and infested with that dark sin that called to me. He stroked my back while he carried me, speaking quietly. “My clan feeds on thoughts and those thoughts have a tendency to make them vulnerable to certain sins of the flesh. It was not difficult to find you a nice, full set of vampire perversion to glut yourself on. But, of course, this is something about presentation. This dress of yours is pretty, but not fitting for a succubus, wouldn’t you agree?”
I felt myself grin insanely even while I couldn’t stop my tears. “But of course not. Not to your eyes as the ancient of your kind, right?” He was already ripping through my pretty dress, the one my Master and god had fitted to me so carefully. He had so thoughtfully cupped my breasts to make sure they were perfectly accentuated and displayed in black fabric, had trailed his hand across my neckline with careful criticism, and now it was being ripped through…
But then another thought occurred to me, one that made me blink. I shouldn’t be crying. My god and dark Master had always promised my safety, and had promised to take me home so he could worship my body. Why was I crying? That made me weak of faith in him. All I had to do was suffer through this and my Master would find me again. I had to have faith in him no matter how dark this terrible, hungry pit looked. I looked down at my body as Sebastian studied my naked form with intense pleasure. “You are more beautiful than any I have ever seen, child. The demons graced you with a wicked little form. It’s good that I decided on a sheer form of dress or I might be hard pressed to do you justice with fittings.” As it was, he snapped his fingers at one of the vampires who waited to the side, evidently unsure of why he and the others were there. “I’ve made it clear that everyone in this room is another slave now and this little beauty is who you’ll be serving. You know where the closet is. There’s a black, sheer outfit immediately to the right when you walk in. Bring it to me.”
I waited with him while he stared into my eyes, studying whatever he saw there with interest. I shivered in fear at his gaze, but at least I had my tears under control for the time being. “Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered. “Please, I’m scared. I miss home. I’m scared.”
Sebastian laughed and I curled in on myself as the vampire he had so carelessly commanded to enslavement reappeared with sheer lingerie. I could never remember feeling naked when I wore nothing, but the sight of that outfit made me feel self conscious. “This is your home now, Lilith’s granddaughter. Dress her.” He gestured to the vampire, who tried to fit me in the clothing while I flooded magic into Sebastian.
“Wouldn’t I look prettier naked?”
His eyes lit up with amusement, his gaze hot with joy. “You won’t manipulate me like that, child. Torment me as you will, but I already bear too much punishment to be held captive by it. I have spent far too long on this earth and been part of far too many atrocities. Since that clothing seems to make you uncomfortable, I will order the exact same so you can wear it for a few decades in this room, while the vampires in it look on you with the lecherous gaze your magic gives them.”
I struggled, unable to help myself, scared and losing my faith that my Master could still find me. I sobbed when Sebastian laughed and two vampires held me still, while I was dressed in the see through black outfit. A crotchless thong left my pussy bare and sheer lace displayed my nipples, so that Sebastian turned his gaze to them and caressed my enlarged breasts with his eyes. A long, sheer cover up fitted over it, enough to feel like chilling sleeves over me and not enough to cover anything at all. A twisted little tiara was fitted in my hair, like I was his slave Queen, a sexual thrall. I shook when I was forced to a modified, strange sex swing. “No! No, please, I want to go home and I don’t want to do this. Please! Please!” I shouted the word, sobbing it, struggling against the holds of the three vampires who forced me to the swing, forced me to sit in the opened seat of it with my legs spread so humiliatingly wide. It was horrifically comfortable to sit in that swing, and instantly obvious that I could easily be fucked and fed while sitting in it.
Sebastian stroked me as if I were a distraught pet. His hand was even more horrible because it was condescending and sexually degrading. “There, there, it’s not so terrible.” Even while he spoke, he tethered my legs wide with straps so I couldn’t close them and used similar soft straps on my wrists, bonding those to the side of me, so that my hands were curled as if I was permanently holding the swing. “Such a fitting throne for a slutty species. I think you’ll find your sex is fully opened and available for the vampires in this room to feed you. They’ll smell your need and tend to their goddess readily. But we need to start the carousel of torment and hell, don’t we? Feed your magic through this room. Release it, punish like I know you want to.”
I shook my head, whimpering, staring around me at the vampires who watched me back curiously, unaware of what they were getting ready to be used for. “No. No, please, I don’t want to.” It was so hard to resist because it was so hard to remember why I was resisting. The only thing that made me do so was the consideration of my Master and that I needed to be back in his arms. But I couldn’t even remember why that was either. All I could remember were the black fairies dancing around his brow, forming a crown of thorny roses…
“No? And why not, child? Are you hungry?” I gasped when he grabbed the swing from behind while I stared out at the other vampires in the room, my arms and legs splayed so open. And then it got worse. I couldn’t see him, could only feel him, and he abruptly thrust inside of me and my eyes went wide even while I moaned with traitorous pleasure.
It was nothing like when my Master fucked me. My pussy instantly widened for the size of my Master’s demon cock and seed, but the vampire filling me was normally sized. Even so, my hole quickly adjusted and tightened for this new food, betraying me and my Master so that I gasped in horror. “No! No, I’m not allowed to drink or feed from another! It was his command and the Compulsion says so!” I squealed it, somehow as the only thing I was capable of considering. Those black ropes tried to make me obey to the end, but the vampire behind me thrust home so easily and my body needed the magic.
It fed. I pant in torturous pleasure, my cunt constricting the cock inside me like it always did to feed. My eyes rolled back and I whimpered, feeling just how much energy I had expended. “Ah. He was a very jealous Sire then. I had hoped that I wouldn’t have to force feed you, but we’ll install a tube to give you blood. Compulsion is powerful, but we can work around it.” I whimpered at his words, my eyes fluttering with forced delight when my body finished feeding and relaxed around him. Because he didn’t stop there. He railed me where I sat in the swing, grunting in delight. “I forgot how your kind molds and fits around the sex it uses for milking. I’ll have to enjoy feeding you every now and again. Look at all your little subjects watching you feed with such twisted lust. Wouldn’t it be more fitting to fuel them and watch them play too? Right now you’re just an exhibition for their viewing pleasure, rather than the influential Queen you should be. Isn’t that terrible?”
I cried out while he fucked me in his own awful way. It wasn’t passionate and filled with the desire my Master usually had. It was greedy and casual, as if I was property and he intended to use me at leisure. But the terrible part was the pleasure in it, the way the friction made me moan and whine. It was confusing how the desire was intertwined so intimately with the vampire need to feed. My eyes rolled with something more than pleasure.
And I fed out magic almost automatically, let it feed out of me to punish the deserving and every creature in that room was deserving. He had chosen his slaves well and I pant in more need than ever with the satisfaction of fueling them with hot desire. If I closed my eyes, it was as if I was in the center of an abyss of sin and all it needed was my push to start the eternal whirlwind of lust. The magic started slow, then built, then enslaved. It worked from me and I moaned with the feeling of satisfaction that came from being the axis of torment. It was as if I stood at an epicenter, and if I spun in a circle the carousel of hell would start and I’d never have to stop spinning if I didn’t want to. I could go faster and faster with an eternal energy source.
Sebastian was laughing behind me and he pulled out of me so that I was empty, so empty, but not hungry yet. No, I was good in that way for a while. The ancient vampire sounded insane to my ears and it made me giggle because I was crazed too. So maybe we could play forever and the terrible ride never had to end.
“I’ll leave you to enjoy for a while.” I barely paid attention to the dark creature who escaped me, because I had so many other bad little toys to play with. I finally opened my eyes to look at them, like so many wind up dolls, and my cackle was even more insane than that other laugh. Whose was it again? I frowned, unable to remember.
It didn’t matter anyway. A few feet from me was a male vampire with two females at his feet. While I watched, one of the females licked his feet while the other massaged his calves. He jerked himself off over their head and groaned, forgetting everything but the lust and perverted needs he had inside of him. And the females were the same, begging up for him to feed them both his cum. It was much the same way I begged my Master, except where his defiling acts were loving and made me more sane, these vampires were heartless and fast losing any hope of ever finding their way back to sanity. I giggled at the thought of it and realized I could give little… pushes along the lines of sanity. What was the Bible verse? “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find”? They wanted more perversion and that was ever so clear, so who was I to deny such a request?
I giggled and sent a little wave of magic to the female massaging her own tits, and milk lactated from the nipples so that she tilted her head back with an abrupt shock of orgasmic pleasure. The male hissed, his fangs pressing out with a hunger different from bloodlust. He nudged the second female with a savage snarl. “Drink it.”
And she did, whining, with her legs spread in a slutty display. I giggled and turned my eyes elsewhere since I had 16 of these little toys to play with and I would so very much hate to ignore the rest of them. I swung my legs a little, chained wide at the thighs as they were, and hummed one of those songs from my Master.
Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a man of wealth and taste…
Ishtar very clearly did not want to be with me. The only thing keeping her at my side was my apocalyptic threat. In her eyes I would most likely die trying to keep a threat like that, but there was that 1% off chance of success that I would destroy our race, in the same way there had been the 1% chance of earning the title Sirekiller. Evidently, it was just enough that she didn’t want to bet on the odds.
Even so, she only barely feared it more than she feared the place she took me to and I could immediately see why. It was a compound so far north on the American continent that for an entire month out of the year, the sun set and didn’t rise and that month was nearing. It was close enough that the days were very short, heavenly so for a vampire. The Aurora Borealis shined above us, a strange symbol of beauty in a place that made even me pause to draw a breath.
If I took a long enough breath in the frigid air, I could smell the blood and that blackness of sin that made Depravity hiss and cackle with ecstasy. There was so much of it that his thoughts were sporadic, broken. He was wildly out of control and no help at all, but that was fine. The wilder he was, the better.
But he had one thought that interested me. Home. Phlegathon. He cackled it while he looked on the strange structure before us. At first appearance, it wasn’t overly big, but I could tell that was a deception. The visible pieces of it were sprawling and not very tall, but strangely shaped. The structures were spiky and cruel, severe in their nature, and I pieced it together with D’s words. “I’m not the only one who’s been to hell,” I said softly to Ishtar. “What is this place for him?”
Ishtar considered her words, swallowing as she processed what I told her. “It’s… many things for him. A playground, we’ve always thought, but also a prison. Few leave it once they enter.”
I nodded as I considered that. “That makes sense then. Her presence is not the only demonic one in that place. He must have them feed on the ones he wants to hold imprisoned, as fitting their nature.” It also made me realize something.
I wouldn’t encounter any resistance going into that place. This wasn’t entirely about my offspring. This was about me as well. Sebastian knew that I would go after her, knew that nothing would keep me away, and he knew I held a demon. Oh, he had never hoped to harm me or keep me from her.
No, he wanted the both of us, like a collector wishing for a complete set. “Leave, Ishtar,” I finally said softly. “This is all you’ll be able to help me.”
She stared at me and, to my greatest surprise, she actually didn’t immediately leave. She watched me with worry instead, for a moment. “Lucius… you won’t leave that place alive.”
“Obviously. Your nightmare daughter already killed me. But as for leaving that place? I will and I’ll have my offspring free with me. It’ll take bloody months of isolation to calm her and Depravity after this nonsense too. And really, Ishtar? This is the man you people gave final say of vampire law? You didn’t think of maybe choosing anyone else ever?”
She sighed sadly. “There wasn’t a choice about it, Lucius. I don’t think you understand just how old Sebastian is, what kind of knowledge he holds.”
“I know he doesn’t hold a demon.” It was the one thing I had going for me, my friendship with Depravity, the one thing I was relying on more heavily than any other.
She snorted. “No, because he enslaves them. Don’t do this. Come back with me and join my family so we can get her back through council.”
“I’ll never see her again if I do. You and I both know it. Go away, Ishtar. You’ve done your part.”
This was just me and mine now. Fuck Ishtar and her clan offering and her goddamned council. I had chosen to stay a clan of one, so I’d see that through. Alright, D, he’s going to let me in and then try to enslave both of us. Even if that happens, you have one thing to remember. Drink her blood. Got that? Drink her blood.
He was a snarling, snapping thing inside of me, already insane, so if I could get him to pick up on this one thing in this state, then I had hope that he’d carry it with him even if I lost my mind. I repeated it, screaming it in my head at him, until finally, he went still for a second, and then he said it. Drink her blood.
Yes! I went through it again and again with him until he repeated it back five more times, until it was the only sentence he was capable of remembering. With Ishtar gone, I considered my options.
And finally decided that walking right through the front door seemed like the best idea, really. Sebastian wanted me to be there and I wanted to be there. I couldn’t see a reason to break civility or propriety when he would know I was there already, had to have sensed it. Stressful situations didn’t excuse bad manners.
Drink her blood, drink her blood, drink her blood.
D said it in sing-song snarls in my head. That’s the spirit. Keep singing, it’s beautiful. He snarled again and obliged, kept it up.
I went and knocked on the door. Sebastian was waiting as soon as it swung inward, that over confident jackass who had abducted my fledgling. He hadn’t even bothered with guiding me to her room or trying to trick me, in the same way I hadn’t bothered with trying to sneak inside. No, he was leaned casually against the wall in the entry hall and he hadn’t bothered to dress up either. I had always actually liked Sebastian for that reason. He was cut from much the same cloth as me, in many ways. The other Court members would have dressed in something theatrical or from a different time period, would have made a dramatic show out of it. Sebastian and I both wore blue jeans and a black T-shirt. The only difference was that his was plain and mine was Guns N’ Roses. In fact, he stood with the same kind of relaxed stance that I had once used to walk through the middle of riots I had caused.
“Good evening, Lucius.”
Damn. I actually really didn’t even want to kill him. He’d be a fun playmate, and he did have pretty cool tastes in his Citadel of Temptation. He’d even modeled it after hell’s own architecture and built far down into the icy ground. I hadn’t visited the deeper layers of hell where frost and ice ruled, but I would have to take a vacation after all this. “Good evening. You took something of mine and I’d rather have it back.”
Sebastian smiled easily. “Of course. All you have to do is go to her. I won’t stop you and there are no demon traps here, little mutt.”
I snorted. “Obviously not, since the entire place is a trap.” Sebastian’s smile grew wickedly and I was forced to realize that he suffered every punishment he had accumulated in that place, but he was old enough that those punishments were simply part of his character and being, in much the same way they were part of the devil’s character. “Was it modeled after a specific place in the lower levels of hell? I’ll be honest. Depravity is content if I only ever visit Phlegathon and I got so used to the way the sands burned that switching up to the ice seemed like too much adjustment effort.”
Sebastian waved his hand easily. “You can find the answer for yourself, if you feel like exploring for it. So it’s Depravity you hold. I thought it was Perversion or Fornication or some other word along those lines. He always left such bloody, sexual messes when you let him out to play those times.”
“Were you stalking after us? I’m going to blush.”
He laughed in answer and moved abruptly to my side, his hand gentle around my waistline. Depravity shuddered within me and I inhaled to regain control, but that didn’t work so well. That place was wrought with different sins and the scent felt much like integrating Depravity had. It dominated and consumed. The feel of it only made him roar with need and desire. “Oh, certainly, if it pleases you to hear it. I always wanted you, Lucius, always. A demon infused in a vampire? I’ve seen it a few times before you and both vampires were destroyed from the inside out by the very demon they refused to feed. But you. You befriended yours, didn’t you? You fed him and calmed him, so that he was all too happy to curl up in your blood for the ride. It’s a remarkable thing, a desirable thing.” His tongue flicked almost lovingly over my neck and he purred. “And then there’s the fact that your demon gave you such delightful anatomy changes, didn’t he?”
Lucifer below… My voice shook when I replied. Sebastian had always had this terrible effect on me. “Now, the rest I could logic out your knowledge of the answers, but why the hell do you know what my dick looks like?”
Sebastian lifted from my vein and threw his head back in his joyful laughter. “And that! Oh, I always loved how blunt you were. It was a never ending source of amusement when you would make your Court appearances. But to answer, I don’t know what it looks like. I saw what happened when you fucked though. And I always wondered how you might fair with me, little mutt. I always wondered if I could take you.” His fangs teased my throat and I groaned with the pleasure, heatedly aroused and worked up.
Drink her blood, drink her blood, drink her blood. Depravity was snickering, in his own form of heaven in that place, but the words I had given him made me shake myself. “Tempting, Sebastian, but I just want her back.”
He withdrew from me and was abruptly to the side again, leaning against the entryway with a smile, as if nothing had happened. “How exciting. Most can’t even make it past my doorway before they’re thrall. Find her and she’s yours.” He winked almost playfully and I wondered if this was how the devil was going to be for all eternity. God, I really needed to spend some more time in hell with D to find out more of what to expect for the rest of my eternity. I hadn’t remembered my demon being a completely deranged creature in my head when we were in hell and I wondered why this place was different. Was it the closed quarters, perhaps? Sebastian pointed to a set of double doors to my left. “I suggest you start that way. It’s the fastest for what you want. Granted, it’s the most difficult way.” He grinned. “There’s a shrine to all of the deadly sins and then some more in this place, so it’s really up to you. You’ll recognize some decor since you liked the Phlegathon. Have fun, little mutt. Maybe you’ll even reach her.”
He disappeared right as I snarled, “Would you stop calling me that?” His laugh lingered, gentle and welcoming.
I went through the door he suggested, focusing on Depravity. Drink her blood. Drink her blood. Thank hell for insane demons. He was bloody useful repeating it in my head.
I felt that dark pit of a presence, the one my body loved to feed on, when that evil creature who had taken me opened the door of my room. I could instantly recognize it, and the way it disoriented any thought I had managed to get under control, because horribly, I had discovered that there was so much depravity in that room that it did feed me a little sanity. It wasn’t a lot and it didn’t feed very well, but it allowed me certain thought processes.
But when he showed up, opening the door without fear and walking in like a king, everything scattered again with the darkness that came with him. To my demon eyes, he was like a beacon I couldn’t turn away from. He smiled at me where I was still tethered to the sex swing and inhaled, nostrils flaring. “I see there hasn’t been a problem with fucking and feeding you. I can smell the recent satiation and sex all over you, dear one.”
I whimpered, but otherwise couldn’t answer. He had been as terrible as his word and had installed a feeding tube down my throat, so that blood could be poured in and forced into me. It made a gag of a sort around my mouth, blocked any hope of speech. Sebastian smiled at the sight and approached me at his leisure. He studied the scenes around me with an amused tilt of his head, pausing to watch two male vampires fuck each other, while a female sucked the cock of the one taking it. His eyes fell to her breasts, where they pumped milk, and his gaze was wicked when he turned back to me.
“You seem to have a lactation fetish.” I shifted when he touched my side. “Ah. Forgive me for the barbaric form of feeding, but we weren’t left with much choice, thanks to your Sire’s strange commandments over you. If it’s any consolation, you don’t really need that voice to communicate anyway. You seem to do quite well making your desires and delights known without it.” I blushed, whimpering again. A little before he’d walked in, I had discovered the effects of my hunger. All 16 vampires had gotten more wild and fiendish, until one of the males was called to me. He had hissed with need, more animal than sentient thought, and he had pumped abruptly inside of me from behind. I hadn’t been able to even see him, had only felt that orgasmic bliss of feeding while he moaned in my ear, my mindless slave of passion and twisted desire.
The memory made me moan in my swing even while I cringed from the creature who held me captive, so that he laughed at me in delight. “See? You do just fine without a voice. That reaction and shudder was most definitely your begging for the food I can give you. Greedy little succubus. You just fed, but you’re in luck.” He paced behind me like every other creature in that room. They all craved the perversions that I fed them and I had a torturous fascination with being used like a whore from behind, unable to see the faces of the males who fed me. All of my fetishes, no matter how badly I hated having them, were given eagerly to me in that room. I shrieked when Sebastian thrust into me and his voice was a hiss in my ear. “Your Master is earning the right to see you again as we speak, and I want you at full capacity if he reaches you. I want him every bit as much as you. I hope I don’t offend you in saying so.” He groaned when I finished feeding from him, since I was already nearly full. Again, his fucking was greedy, careless, and even with that all I could think of were his words. My Master was near… My Master was near! “You’re a magnificent creature, one of a kind for sure, but I have lusted after him for a while now.” I whimpered with orgasm and he purred in my ear, reaching around me to cup my breasts, stroking a thumb over the nipples when white liquid appeared at their tips. “Ah, so you make yourself lactate as well. Do you enjoy being milked, then?” His hands kneaded my tits and I squealed around my feeding tube, climaxing again from his wicked attentions.
It took all I had to focus, to reach and search for the presence I knew so well. Master was near. I just had to concentrate and search with the magic. Sebastian grunted with savage pleasure in my ear, filling me with his seed, and my mentality shattered while I panted in my own bliss, feeling the warmth of his cum inside of me, and loving it, with the feel of what was already dripping from my previous times. The vampire king chuckled. “I can see you like being filled as well. Soon, little succubus Queen, you’ll be continually dripping the cum that your slaves are forced to fill you with, so that it’s like drops of cream falling from your throne, and they’ll crawl to taste it.” The idea made me close my eyes and groan, needy. Sebastian kissed my neck. “Carry on. I was just making sure that our carousel was in full visual effect for its first, and most important, guest.”
I shook all over, with horny need, with magic radiating throughout the room, permeating the air so thoroughly that there wasn’t a breath without my sin and sex in it. But I managed to focus, just barely, to feel for that presence that I craved more than any other.
Sebastian hadn’t lied. He was near. He was coming. I squeaked happily around the tube down my throat and focused my magic. He would feel it if I touched him. He would hear it and feel it call to him. Sebastian had been telling the truth about something else, too. It was a terrible truth, but I was learning that it was real.
I didn’t really need my voice to speak. I focused on influencing the only person who mattered, even while my desire and need called to the trio of vampires who had been having a threeway. Thanks to the terrible magic and its effects, they dispensed with that pastime. Instead, the two males lapped at the milk that Sebastian had kneaded from my tits and the female knelt beneath the swing to lick me from my asshole to my clit, sucking Sebastian’s and my own cum from my hole.
It was insanely difficult to focus my influence and push it outside the contained boundaries of that room, even worse with the sexual pleasure being visited on me, but somehow my concentration didn’t waver. I held it in a stranglehold of need and steadily used it to speak with my Master.
“Fuck me…” I moaned the words, and not for the first time since starting through Sebastian’s suggested path. I was only on room two and I had no idea how many rooms there were. The first had been a shrine to Greed and I had thought that would be the easiest sin for me to suffer.
But the human female displayed on a pedestal had taunted even me. Solid gold had formed scanty circles around her large breasts and a type of crotchless thong, formed of golden beads, had framed her pussy. What was more twisted was that she had been altered. There seemed to be no protective hood at all around her clitoris and it was instead encased, displayed, with a perfect, tiny gold circle. She’d been held up with a post holding a dildo in her asshole and her eyes were dead with the effects of so much mind control. When I drew near, I could see that even the post and toy holding her up were made of gold. That precious metal decorated her Egyptian black hair, formed rings around her upper arms.
But the worst part, for me, was the way that she was also tied to a cross that seemed timed to cut her wrists every so often. Blood dripped slowly, teasingly, onto the precious gems at her feet. The sight had drawn me in and made me look closer at the thrall. She wouldn’t die from those cuts. Never. They were perfectly timed to only tease with blood, to not do her true harm, so that she replenished and would be held there until Sebastian killed her.
And then I saw the yellow shine from her pussy and had to kneel to see what he’d done to her there. Depravity howled like a laughing wolf in my head when I realized what twisted deviance was displayed. Because Sebastian had seemingly made a mold of the girls insides, and perfectly filled her full of the metal. Then he’d used golden rings to pierce her closed, so that she would remain filled. When I touched the glinting bit to see if it moved, it didn’t. She was perfectly stuffed with it.
“Fuck me.” That had been the first time I said it, when I felt my eyes go black with the desire to drink and kneel on all that precious metal, to revel in the feeling of decadence and torment and perversion. Depravity cackled in my head and I had to force myself to stand, using Astarte’s cruel past for all it was worth. The next door opened and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe for some more control.
And when I opened them, it was this room, the worst room I could have run into. It was the shrine to Wrath.
The banks of the Phlegathon were the only place I had ever visited in hell. I had seen them the first time, when I met Depravity and integrated with him where he was bathing there, but I had actually opted to return to that place with him. Every so often, I would feel the urge to experience those terrible sands cooking my flesh. I even started to dip my hand in the boiling blood that made the river, had dared to taste its fury. Wrath had always felt like my own sin, even after I had become so intimate with Depravity. It was the place I was born from, the song of my rebirth and baptism.
Walking into the room of Wrath made it clear that Sebastian, too, had been to the banks of the Phlegathon. The walls were painted to look like that magical place I had so enjoyed. The murals depicted that river of viscous fluid, with its heated sparks of flame dancing over the surface. And it was hot in that room, sweltering, but it was the kind of heat that went with violence and bloodshed, the kind that made the eyes feel red from smoke. What was better was the stench of death.
Two human bodies, freshly murdered, were gutted on the floor, their entrails forming a twisted artwork on the painted tile. And this time, I couldn’t resist a taste. I knelt by one of the bodies and dipped my fingers in the stale blood, lifting it to my lips to suck like a whore. Instantly, I couldn’t help myself and moaned. I had been living under the careful structure of being a civilized vampire for so long, so I had almost forgotten the taste of dead blood, of murdered blood. It was thick with the tang of adrenaline, spiced with such anger, that my eyes turned darker and I hissed with a soft laugh that sounded an awful lot like Depravity. It tasted like a delicacy I had long forgotten.
I couldn’t think through it. I dipped my fingers down to the wet entrails, wanting more, hoping Sebastian had more humans I could murder in my own brutality. Depravity was a hyena of madness in my bloodstream and we chanted our desire together and I lifted my fingers with giddy excitement and-
Something pushed my mind. I gasped and dropped my hand, staring around me, shaking my head to try to clear it of the sick reverie I had been trapped in. And then that something pushed me again and D pant abruptly. And I realized he could think. For just a brief moment, he was himself again. My demoness! Those were his first coherent words.
I realized he was right and I sighed in relief. Thank the morning star for Mira. Do you realize how close we were to almost being lost?
He was whimpering in my mind. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
“I know, D. It’s okay.” Do you know a way to communicate back to her? I thought the last part because she was somehow communicating with me, pulling me to her, and I didn’t want to draw attention to that. I was certain that Sebastian was listening and watching everything I did, taking every last delicious pleasure he felt in my going through this place and seeing his work.
I don’t. I only knew of a way on the night we could collect her, but now I think only she can. Perhaps I could, but not in your body. Drink her blood.
Yes, drink her blood. You can stay as insane as you like, D, but just keep repeating those words. If I become lost, I need you to repeat them in all your insanity.
I didn’t know what exactly would happen when I became that demonic creature whose name I still didn’t know, but I knew it was something bad and that was enough. Either I’d create a maelstrom of sin, one that Sebastian wouldn’t be ready for, and chaos would ensue. Or I’d be able to control myself and get us all the hell out of that place. I was hoping for the latter scenario, but wasn’t sure I would get that wish anymore, not after experiencing what Sebastian had built. Hells, I wasn’t even sure I actually wanted to leave anymore.
I forced forward, focusing on that pull from Mira, pushing the next door while my eyes still swirled with desire and need.
But the next room was mostly empty. I tilted my head, shocked for a moment, even a little disappointed. Oh, it was clear that there was meant to be something in that room. The walls were painted, like the others, and these depicted Cerberus in his many versions. He stared down at me and snarled with such realism that I had to stop and appreciate the artwork.
Instead of a gluttony display to tempt me, however, Sebastian sat alone in a chair, smiling up at me almost innocently. I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it for a breath of air. “You know, as much as you might like to think you are, you’re not actually a sin all your own, Sebastian.”
He laughed. “Of course not. I’m not even a real temptation. I’m just another of your punished brothers, made to suffer before our time ended. Did you enjoy the taste of wrathful blood again, Lucius?”
“You already know that I did,” I answered softly, with a shudder. Christ, my cock was raging hard still, and that was from the barest taste I had taken.
“It’s a pity you didn’t drink from the girl of gold beforehand. The contrast makes a delightful flavor. Did you know that I was interested in you even before you made a deal with a demon and destroyed Astarte? Even while she held you captive, I got the privilege of hearing her speak of how she found you.” At those words, I opened my eyes and watched him warily. I had never heard anyone speak of what Astarte said of me. Sebastian’s smile deepened. “Oh, yes. It was just the once, mind you, and just at a Court visit while she was simpering to gain my favor. But she got all caught up when she mentioned creating you and, for just a moment, she even forgot to simper. She spoke of how your bloodshed on the battlefield had been like a bonfire in her blood and head, how you had so flaunted the sin of wrath as a human that she had to kill two other vampires when she raced to find and feed you the Dark Gift.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m more fucking amazed that she was capable enough to kill anything in competition than I am of her being called to me.”
Sebastian grinned and stood, delighting in my rude responses. “And then you killed her. Sirekiller.” He ruffled my hair with affection and tugged me gently forward from the wall. “Precious mutt. I’ll confess that it’s a pity I didn’t get to toy with you in this room. Everyone underestimates the joyous ways gluttony can be used and I do so love getting to taunt with it. But I felt your offspring reach antalya escort you and call you with her magic, and then my heart just wasn’t in the display anymore. It’s not so fun when I know you won’t fall slave and partake, my friend. Don’t worry. Once you’re nice and broken, I’ll personally give you a tour through all that you missed, since you didn’t even explore. We’ll feed and fuck and play together, once you’re more inclined.”
“You seem arrogantly certain of that outcome.”
He wrapped his arms around me, walking me forward even while he held me from behind, and he lowered one hand to massage my cock so that I groaned. “More excited than arrogant, my wicked mutt. Very excited. I saw the way you lifted dead blood to your lips and so greedily sucked it. You fed on your fingertips the same way Mira’s little pussy feeds on a cock. I want to play with both of you and feel both of your horny demons torment me in such delicious ways. You see, after so long and so much bloodshed and sin, it starts to feel nice to be punished by your kind. It feels right. It’s poetically deserved, fitting. I want to play, Lucius, want you both to feed.”
“And enslave us to madness for your own power trip. Let’s not forget that.”
He paused with his hand on the handle for the next room, turning my face briefly, and his eyes actually appeared a bit sorrowful, deep. His lips brushed mine with something like real affection and he hummed into my mouth, while I paused in shock. It wasn’t his action that shocked me. It was the desire I felt behind it, a strange need that I had already felt before, this need for satiation, for use. I had experienced that emotion before, though, and that was the most important bit. “I know I can never change your mind, Lucius, but wish I could. It’s true I use what’s given, and use it for power, but it’s not my desire. It gets so exhausting after such time, so amazingly boring. Everything in power play is so predictable, a dance that never changes and doesn’t allow for much creativity. But the joy of demons and their sins and their punishment? Now that is something naturally right and whole. The poeticism of Contrapasso never ceases to be so beautiful. I’ll stay and play once you’re broken too and you’ll see.”
He caressed my hair and I considered his words, thinking of the emotion behind them more than anything. This creature… He was so old that he was like Depravity when I first met the demon. I had an idea of how to get us out, if only I could find my way back to enough mentality to do it. Drink her blood. Drink her blood. Drink her blood. D moaned it, as if he was trying so hard to cling to any vestige of sanity.
But then the door opened and the wave of sheer lust magic rolled out of containment, curled over my flesh, so that the demon was obliterated in a wave of frenzy and need again. For a brief second, in the initial shock, I saw an infinite abyss, a neverending pit with no light, no love, no joy. There was only the mad laughter and desires that filled my head and blood. When I could see again, I realized I was on my knees, hissing through my fangs, and looked up to see Sebastian still standing, a small smile on his face where he looked down at me. “Stunning, isn’t it? Even I was shocked by the sheer amount of power held in the creature you made. Come on. Up you get. You’ve made it this far, Lucius, and she’s right there.”
I looked up, smoke filling my vision, and it took all I had to focus on what he pointed out to me. She was right there, in the center of all the tumultuous energy, and she sat on a swing, chained to it. She was beautiful, more beautiful than I had ever seen her, and I was forced to realize that the use of her magic made her into an even more perfect creature. The sheer black clothing that Sebastian had dressed her in was made to accentuate and frame, rather than cover or hide. She had no flaws to cover, no unevenness to make up for. She was a work of art, exactly as she was, and Sebastian had perfectly displayed her. I hated him for it, a little, hated him for the blatant air of lecherous intent that went with her twisted throne and the mockery of a spiky tiara on her head, like devil’s horns crowning her. I groaned and Sebastian’s voice by my ear only made things so much worse. I could still feel his kiss, feel his hand stroking my cock as if he wasn’t afraid of me.
“Need some help, little mutt? Come on. I’m strong enough for you to lean on and you really are so close.”
I took his hand, thinking about the fact that he was helping me reach her, and piecing together what he intended to do. Ah. So this was the ace up his sleeve, the final chain to tighten around me and mine, and keep us held. I hated the fact that he was so loving about those chains. It almost warmed a vampire’s cold heart enough to make them never want to leave, to make them feel cherished and adored. Hell, that part of it wasn’t even an illusion on his part, either. He truly did feel something for me, something full of desire, even if he wasn’t capable of love anymore.
I took his hand and walked forward, hoping my own ace was enough to match his.
Master… I tried to say the word around the tube down my throat and all that escaped was a squeaky mockery. Master, I missed you. Master, you still wear your crown. Master, the fairies love you and they sang about you too.
Sebastian helped him walk towards me and I realized my Master was in a bad kind of shape. The smoke of Depravity boiled, so that it appeared as if he had black froth instead of blood beneath his skin. It was like clouds threatening to dominate the entirety of his presence, so near to the surface that I could taste it even with the feeding tube. “Little one,” Master said softly.
I whimpered, having missed him so terribly. Milk leaked from my tits still and his eyes flicked to them, before he flinched and grimaced with the desire the sight gave him. Sebastian chuckled at his reaction. “Like a whirlwind, isn’t it? She’s a treasure, Lucius, and I can see why your demon was so attracted to having her. She’s a delight and when I heard of her, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to take the both of you.” Sebastian looked to me and curled his hand around my Master’s throat. “Fuel him and I both with every last bit of magic you have.”
I shook my head wildly, knowing how my magic affected my Master and upset by the command. But it was my Master who softly sealed the fate. “Do as he says, little one.”
My eyes shot to his, even while Compulsion started to take effect. I fought it for as long as I could, struggling against it, and even Sebastian lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? Giving up, Lucius?”
Master only chuckled softly. “Do I strike you as the type of person who gives up, Sebastian?”
Before the other vampire could answer, my magic was forcibly blitzed out of me. It funneled violently, like a twister, into the both of them, and Master fell to his knees, his demon taking him over. He salivated like a dog on the floor but to my relief, Sebastian wasn’t faring much better. He managed to remain standing, having suffered a lot of continual punishment, but he licked his fangs while he stared down at what he evidently desired more than any other plaything in that dark room. He looked down at my Master with an inferno of lust in his eyes.
When he lifted him to his feet, Sebastian was hissing. “Mine. Now I have you. All you have to do for a mutt is throw it the right bone, isn’t that right?”
Master moaned and lifted in Sebastian’s arms, even while the 16 vampires around them turned more agitated with the scent of my hunger. But then that scent seemed to infect the both of them and they froze, both turning slowly to face me with twin demonic grins. One had eyes of black with swirling smoke and the other had eyes of feral yellow hunger. Punisher and punished, but both slave to the dark dance.
Master curled his arm around me first, kissing my neck. “Shh. It’s okay to enjoy it. It’s okay, little one. I want you to enjoy all of this.” His voice made me calm to his demonic touch because it was true that he might be mindless, in the same way that I was sometimes insane. But the forms of insanity didn’t mean either of us changed, really. We became more creatures of desire than thought, yes, but even in my most insane moments, I could never hurt my Master. And I knew he wouldn’t be able to hurt me. I relaxed in the swing and he nuzzled my neck. “Spin all you like and let us both feed you.” I moaned at how gentle his depraved touch was, even in the midst of all that, at how nurturing he was, how he made me tremble with fear, excitement, and pleasure all at once. Where every other creature in that room had fucked me from behind to fulfill my fetishes, he stood between my legs and faced me, smiling as he did. Because he was all of my fetish. I purred around my feeding tube and lifted greedily when he stroked me between my legs, even while Sebastian stood behind him and unzipped both of their jeans. The vampire nipped Master’s neck erotically, then curled his tongue over the small well of blood that drew, sealing it back.
“Let me help you with that.” Sebastian shoved Master’s clothes down in his greed and stood behind him to fist the demon’s cock. In instant response, Master growled his pleasure and gripped the handles of my swing, pulling me forward while Sebastian guided that cock to me. Both vampire and demon looked at me again, meeting my gaze. Sebastian rubbed my Master against my sex, which opened wide in hunger after I had expended such magic. I groaned with both of them and snorted when I felt that oversized impalement filling me, spreading me viciously. I had missed that fullness, missed the way it hurt and ached with every centimetre. Master went torturously slow like always.
But then he cried out with Sebastian’s pressing against his back and I knew why, felt it in my sensitivity to Depravity. Sebastian growled in Master’s ear, while I trembled from the cock abruptly going still inside of me. “It’s been a while since you’ve taken it in your asshole, little mutt.” I cried out at the mere words, pulsing around my Master while he moaned, magic fueling his desire with my fetishes. “That’s it. Good, isn’t it? Go on. You can fuck your fledgling as you like. Don’t be so shy and scared of ripping her. Tell him, girl. Your Master needs to hear that you’re alright.”
I squeezed on his cock, struggling in my bondage to the sex swing, trying to get more of him. But it seemed to work anyway because he thrust inside of me, snarling with the effort of forcing my hole wide when it tried to resist him. He gave one last thrust, hissing when it made him move on Sebastian’s cock inside his ass. Feral pleasure seemed to dominate his being, but he still managed to speak above me with feral pride. “Such a hungry little cunt, baby.” I was constricted tight around his organ and magic was flooding me, delicious amounts of it. Master vibrated with delight inside of me while Sebastian rocked inside of him. We were a trio of energy in the center of a fountain of power.
Master was forced still while I fed… until I finished. And then he hissed and rocked, snarling above me, holding both of my hands where they were tied to the swing, his black eyes crackling with energy and deviance. He fucked me open even while he was being fucked, and when he licked up the corners of my mouth, black smoke leaked from around the feeding tube, curling upwards. Master grinned and breathed it in so that when he exhaled his own smoke, it was a blend of both of our sins.
Sebastian grunted in glee behind him. “You’ve been such a good boy of a little demon mutt all your life, haven’t you? Isn’t it time you were allowed to be a little bad, for once?”
Master laughed, grinning wickedly at me with a wink, before he turned and met the lips of the dark creature behind him. I couldn’t keep from flooding more magic, so that they both moaned in their kiss and Master’s cock throbbed inside of me, while the sounds of the other 16 vampires around us intensified with their own dark orgy. Everything was a tempo of lust, a whirlwind, that swept away all that was in its path. And it affected the two using and serving me too. My Master pulled away from Sebastian’s lips to speak to him in a menacing voice. “You should work your own asshole open nice and wide for me. I want to have you in turn and I think my little succubus might be upset if I ripped open one of her toys.”
Sebastian’s eyes rolled back and fluttered closed with bliss at the threat because that was what I wanted to see, my Master dominating the older vampire, and they were both slave to what I wanted displayed, like everything else in the room. My tits leaked milk again when I was lost to sadistic fantasies and the scent drew the attention of both creatures riding me. It was Sebastian who flicked his thumb over my nipple and raised it to my Master’s lips, so that I got to watch my god suck while he stared at me wickedly. “Drink it,” Sebastian commanded him. “Drink it from her.” He pulled away his thumb to force Master’s head to my nipples and I squealed when he sucked obediently, the sound somehow more sexual around the feeding tube. My pussy squeezed on my Master, gripping him with my orgasm, and he threw his head back with a snarl in abrupt reaction. He fucked himself back and forth between Sebastian and I, so that every thrust caused friction in his asshole, even while his cock turned thicker inside of me. He turned brutal, feral, and even Sebastian was moaning, working himself inside my Master. Every action had multiple reactions and I could feel them like ripples in my magic, could feel them with the intense pleasure they gave me. I screamed out, choking, when Master lunged forward with a finishing snarl, hissing through his teeth while he pumped me full of hot cum. The warm fluid made me fly even hotter and higher and I wanted more of it, so badly…
Master reacted to the desire, withdrawing from both of us to force Sebastian inside of me. “You have to serve your Queen like the rest, no?” A fire lit Sebastian’s eyes and I felt the sick desire that suddenly flared inside of him before he could hide it, felt the weakness he had.
He loved being dominated, fucking adored it. Before he could get his sanity back, Master forced him inside of me, forced him to press his cock through all the semen that had already been left, and Sebastian was lost, his cries guttural. He stared at me where I sat in the swing and I grinned around the tube wickedly, flooding him with hot magic while Master laughed. He turned even more frantic when Master teased his asshole with the crown of his cock, purring in his ear. “I’ve torn open every other playmate I’ve tried to have, but I think you might be a bit less innocent than those. What do you think, Sebastian? Think you could take me and the pain that comes with me?”
In answer, Sebastian orgasmed, finally flooding me overly full so that when he pulled out, I could feel it dripping from me. Master met my gaze and we were both on the same demonic wavelength. He shoved Sebastian to his knees, while the vampire was still panting in pleasure overload. I giggled even when Master hissed, laughter behind that twisted sound. “Eat it from her hot little pussy.”
And suddenly I realized something, with Sebastian obediently eating and lapping up the mixture of cum and arousal from my dripping hole. I could think clearly. My Master was here to give me Depravity and he was giving me so fucking much of it that I wasn’t brokenly insane anymore, not in the least. No, I was perfectly lucid. And I remembered how to make him be more, how to bring him to his full awakening of power. He needed to drink from me.
And it was oh, so convenient that I had a fetish for that, wasn’t it? And I also realized that I was in the bounds of his previous commandment. He had said that I was never to offer my blood to even him, unless there was need.
Drink… drink… drink… In the back of my mind, I felt like D was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t remember what that was for the life of me and he couldn’t either. All I knew was satanic satisfaction at seeing the sinful vampire in front of me brought low, lapping cum from my offspring’s cunt, his and hers and mine. I held his wrists together at the back of his neck, in a tight control hold. Sebastian pulled away from her once to lift his head and moan at the basic joy he got from being topped, from feeling the pleasure of his sin fueled match. And all I could think of was how good it felt to see him lost, to see him suffer with lack of thought, to see him made into an animal at my knees. He deserved to be an animal. I thought of all the potential rooms in his Citadel, thought of taking him through every last one and playing with him, so I could see him lost again and again. So much sin. So much punishment. My skin sang with the pleasure of feeling my demon do what he was created to do. D was hissing with my voice and I loved it, never wanted to stop.
“Would you like some of her milk too, Sebastian?”
The vampire struggled in my hands, greedy and eager for it and I laughed. “Oh, please! Please!”
Depravity cackled. Yes. Yes, beg us. So sweet, the begging. I smiled. “Then lick her cunt clean and maybe you can have some dessert.”
Wasn’t there something I was supposed to remember, something D had been trying to tell me? I couldn’t fucking think, couldn’t breathe. The demon inside of me ruled everything and my little wondrous fledgling was breathing out pure black sin, so that it poisoned the air around the feeding tube. It occurred to me that the tube could be removed now, but then also occurred to me that it was hotter to keep her with it, to keep her silent and to force feed her whatever I wanted to make her take. Yes, yes. Taking care of her and playing at the same time is how we all love it most. It’s sweet, so sweet, so delicious…
I hissed through my teeth and then a new desire was fed into me from the beautiful goddess on the twisted throne. I felt it funneled into me, a single act of Depravity that she compelled me to, something I couldn’t ignore.
Drink. My throat went dry as a desert, so that when I inhaled smoke it felt like rubbing sandpaper against my lungs. My little succubus was persistent with this fetish, fueling me with so much magic that I could smell the way it drained her with every passing second. Drink! I licked my fangs and they were already elongated, craving the penetration of her flesh. I held Sebastian to her pussy still and leaned forward with a snake’s hiss. If the beautiful center of the whirlwind of lust wanted to play so badly, wanted this specific brand of Depravity, I wouldn’t withhold. Why would I ever do that when it pleased him and I both? My fangs felt like bliss when I bit into the hollow of her throat and fed. She squealed in eager heat and I purred, then drank some more.
My eyes snapped wide, a sudden burst of clarity breaking across me, and I released Sebastian to gulp down the blood I could, unsure of how much I needed, hoping it was enough when I ripped away from her. Depravity screamed inside of me, glee pulsing from him as his sin was wed with my own wrathful desires. We laughed and then we were one again and I felt pure violence rip through my being. Some blend of madness and sanity burst wide and I grinned with black pleasure because it was enough. It was enough to think, to remember, to logic.
I ripped Sebastian away from Mira and lifted him by his throat, cackling happily because I felt my nature and he had committed my sin, my treason. He had committed a lot of my sin and he was in my claws now, which were black as night and cruel, talon like things. He gasped up at me, eyes wide, even while he moaned when he met my gaze. He seemed trapped, hypnotized by my mere attention, and I had to laugh again. “Such an interesting thing, succubus blood, isn’t it?” He moaned and I felt hot pleasure rip through me at the sound, loved what he sounded like when he was my helpless victim. “It’s a fusion catalyst to your kind and when a demon resides in the blood, a new demon is created, if the vampire holds enough of his own sin.” God, I knew all of this like I knew how to breathe. It was demonism, demonic magic, and unholy law. For me, it was part of my new being and it was obvious. “No more Lucius. No more Depravity.” I leaned to his face, baring my teeth so that he cringed in fear, but I only laughed at that and thrust my tongue between his lips, licking him with affection. “Don’t be so scared, Sebastian. You were practically made to be mine with every sin you’ve ever committed, with this beautiful atrocity of a room you’ve created.
“My name is Violation. Aren’t I the real punishment you’ve craved all along?”
Sebastian stared up at me as if in a daze, his eyes glazed with terrible masochism and desire. Finally, he whimpered where his throat was closed from my hold and I realized that, in this state, I was far more powerful than he was. It was no wonder Depravity was so eager to be let loose on the earth. An unfettered demon had such strength and it was enough to make even Sebastian my willing slave. He nodded and I bared my teeth. “Well, that’s no fun. It’s so much easier to violate the unwilling, but we’ll see what we can do to persuade you to struggle and fight me.” Such a bad little vampire I held. I set him before Mira, who stared at me with eyes filled with worship and pleasure, enough that it made me smile happily. In this state, I knew what crown she had referred to seeing on my head. It glittered above me now, in fact, like a strange halo of demonic magic. My offspring, sweet thing that she was, had always been able to see it on my brow, even when I was unaware of it.
And this little vampire had trespassed all over my fledgling, had violated. He had taken a pact payment that wasn’t his, committed an unforgivable sin. “Such a bad thing you’ve been, Sebastian. You mind controlled my little succubus to enjoy her own rape carousel.” He moaned from where he knelt before her, staring up at her with wide eyes. “Mira, help me, won’t you? I don’t think our new toy should have this feel very good. I think he should be forced to service, don’t you?”
A soft giggle escaped her and she winked at me before she fed the magic out and now I could see it. It was no wonder Depravity had giggled in the ways he had, when she had first been born and laying in my bed. The magic from her was unholy, yes, but it was terribly beautiful in its own way. He had forcefully turned an innocent and her magic shimmered and glittered happily when it poured out of her. Oh, it was certainly still a smog like poison, but it was one that every demon would happily drink, just for how simply pretty it was.
And at that moment, she poured it into Sebastian, filling him full of her toxin. I purred at the mere sight of him being force fed that horrible smoke. It seeped from his nostrils and his eyes glittered when he looked up at me, submissive before me. “Please. Please…”
The begging… And now I knew why Depravity had such happy reactions to the sound of it. Good things came from begging, such good things. It was the precursor of excitement for what would soon follow. The sound of it raised the hair on my arms and made my demon heart giddy with delirium. “Please what, Sebastian?”
He choked out the words we both knew he had been burning to say for centuries. “Please punish me.”
“There’s a good little vampire.” I grinned and stroked a claw through his hair, before going to his chest of orgy sex toys that he’d been so kind to give my little succubus and her slaves. I didn’t grab any of the toys though. I grabbed lubricant instead, but that was enough to make Sebastian crawl backwards in panic at Mira’s feet. I only laughed at his fear and materialized by his side to grab him, pulling him up by his hair. “Where do you think you’re going to?” I turned to realize that Mira had stopped spinning her magic and the other vampires in the room were coming up from their spell. “My love, would you mind giving us some background music again?” She obeyed, spinning that glittering blackness around us so that they fell back to their lusts. “Thank you, little one. See, Sebastian? Every single one of Mira’s other little toys are being fucked or fucking. You can’t escape yours. You’re no better than they are.” I bit into his neck to taste his blood, stealing it from him for a delicious rape of a gulp before I pulled away. “You’re just another little toy to be used and abused, just another form of food. The only thing special about you is that you need it to be even harder than the others, need it more painful.”
I poured lubricant onto myself and stroked it over my cock while Sebastian trembled. He was unable to run away, no matter how badly he wished he could, and it was clear that he wished to do so very much. But his terrible needs held him thrall, held him my slave. It was heady to see it, something that made me feel the crown on my head. I ruled over a sin and its worshipers made themselves my subjects. They had such filthy needs, too…
I forced Sebastian forward on his hands and knees while Mira watched and he screamed when I pressed my oversized cock head to his asshole, so that I laughed in response. “No! Lucius, please!”
He struggled and I thrilled to it, forcing him still while I pressed his head to the floor in subjugation. “Naughty little vampire, but you do struggle so deliciously.” I chuckled when I heard the sexual cries around me turn hotter and needier. Mira must have been turned on as all hell with my display, with the way she was affecting her vampire slaves. I turned my head to look up at her and thrilled to the sight of cum dripping from beneath her swing. It only served to fuel my own cruel desires, so that my grip turned harsher when I turned back to the vampire beneath me. “You’ll take me, Sebastian, if I have to rip you to force it.”
His struggles turned to useless thrashing and his cries turned to keens. I pressed inside of him torturously slow, wanting to feel every tremble beneath me with my invasive onslaught. Mira seemed to be fueling him with so much magic that he opened for me… but only barely. It was just enough for him to manage to accept me, but it caused him agony. He snapped his teeth against the ground and I cackled happily, with delighted glee. The feeling of impaling him was getting to me and I couldn’t see straight with how right it felt to have him struggle. “That’s it. Feel it. Be violated like you violated others because it’s right. It’s whole and pure and it’s fucking fair, isn’t it, Sebastian? An eye for an eye.”
He shouted an answer. “Yes! Yes, it’s right!”
I groaned with his admission to his deserved punishment and withdrew only to thrust down inside of him, so that he choked with the pain of it and I laughed again. “Whose are you? Who do you belong to, Sebastian? Who owns you and gives you what your black little soul craves?”
He lifted to my fucking, deliciously torn between not wanting it and needing it. “You, Lucius!”
Mine. He was mine. He was all fucking mine. I stroked one of my raptor like claws almost lovingly down his spine, purring when he curved to the pain of his flesh being split. I leaned forward to taste that red liquid again, now that I had forcibly taken it. “Good little vampire. I’ll give you two choices, Sebastian. Do you want more of this punishment?”
He moaned even while his cry was laced with torture. “Yes. Oh, yes. Yes, I need more.”
“You do need it, don’t you? You need it with all the heart you put into this filthy little Citadel of yours. I’ll give you all you want and all you don’t want, Sebastian, but you will swear your fealty and obedience to me in return. You’ll swear it on your life, for a pact.”
He shuddered and sobbed. “No. No…”
“Yes. Say the words or I’ll shred you apart. But I’d rather not do that, truly. It would be such a waste of such a deserving toy, one that I could have forever.”
His sobs continued, but they were defeated, conquered. He’d thought he could withstand any punishment and he could. But he couldn’t withstand his desire for the one punishment he craved more than any other. I railed his asshole and he hissed with pain… and pleasure. “Punish me!” He finally choked it out. “And I swear loyalty and obedience to you forever, on my life! Hells take me…”
I reached around him, purring again, and stroked his cock, careful to not be so cruel with my claws. I felt the power of demon pact take hold of me and it was enough to make me cum in his ass, growling, while he shrieked with his own bliss and arched back to impale himself further on my pulsing organ. Even with Mira’s influence, there was a bit of blood when he finally pulled away from me, collapsing on the ground of his twisted dungeon.
It wasn’t a moment too soon, either. I rolled onto my back and felt the last of Mira’s powerful blood burned from me. Much like her magic burned when used, it seemed to burn far quicker when I was fused with Depravity. I lifted my hand to my head and sighed while the demon inside of me curled up, as if he were beaten and exhausted. I had to smile when I felt something like a snore in my mind. Sebastian wouldn’t look at me just yet, but I figured he probably needed some time.
Finally, that left the one person who I most craved to give attention anyway. I stood to approach Mira, exhausted, but finally sane enough to have her back for real. “Forgive me such bad manners when I got here, little one. Let’s get you down from there.” I looked around me at the vampires still having their own fun and considered it. “If it’s not too much trouble on you, do you mind keeping them occupied like that? I know that’s a bit rude, but they seem like they’re having fun anyway and I honestly don’t want to carry on conversations with 16 mind controlled vampires just yet.”
She giggled around her feeding tube and I had to smile before I pulled it gently from her throat. She choked a little bit, with its removal, and shook her head with a soft whimper. I flinched and stroked her throat, easing it from her lips. “Thank you.” Her voice was hoarse when she managed to speak and I lifted my wrist to her fangs.
“Drink. It will heal you.” While she obeyed, I stroked her hair and held her close. “And no, little one, thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to even drink your blood. So you could think straight as long as D was involved, huh?”
She lifted her head back from my wrist and swallowed to soothe her throat before answering, and this time her voice was clear. “Yes, Master. I could think easier the nearer he got, with so much depravity already in the room. It took me a moment to realize it with everything going on. You were magnificent, godlike.”
I grinned and this time it was my usual, playful grin. “Well, thank you. I have to confess to the feeling of demonism being a heady thing.” I worked her free of her restraints and gently eased her from the swing. I took a second to appreciate her form with a rueful little smile, though, before I removed the tiara. “Sorry. Sebastian really does have such sinful tastes. But we’ll dress you in something a little more practical.”
Mira nuzzled me happily. “Yes, please, Master. It might be bad of me, but this place was kind of fun.”
“Well, I’m glad you think so. We can enjoy it every now and again for a nice vacation, since I have a vampire king to punish every so often now.”
Sebastian whimpered on the ground and I leaned down to stroke him. “I know. It takes a bit to get used to the thought of demonic friendship, doesn’t it? It’s alright. Like any other depravity, it’s only traumatic the first time, and then it gets easier with each repetition until there’s nothing left to it, except exhilaration and fun.”
Mira knelt down to kiss his hair. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll be there each time too, because he’ll need me close for my blood. And we’ll have fun all together again.”
Sebastian finally lifted his gaze to meet my eyes and a full shudder went through his body. His head lowered again, in deference, and I sighed at how unsure he seemed. Poor thing. The vampire king hadn’t had to worry about fealty for a very long time. “You don’t have to act formal. You just have to obey.”
“Would you like a hug, Sebastian?” Mira was kind when she asked it, gentle even, and her smile was understanding, forgiving.
In answer, the other vampire hesitated and then nestled into her arms. She grinned up at me and yawned before she curled on the ground. Well, then… It struck me as an odd place for a nap, when I could have just materialized us anywhere, but then there was the matter of cleanup and what to do with the place without Mira as an enslaved Queen in its center. Maybe they both had the right idea, after I considered it. I curled up behind her and wrapped her in my arm, while she stroked Sebastian and held him close to soothe him. When she fell asleep, I tilted my head at the sound that left her lips, and had to grin when I realized what it was.
She was purring in her sleep, like a cat or a demon. With her magic still calmly draining from her to fuel the sex in that room, the feeling of it made her purr in contentment. I nuzzled her lovingly.
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are. Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper.
With my life finally quiet and free, I could do whatever I wanted. It was delightful to be so safe and left alone. Well, I was mostly left alone. With Sebastian getting a taste of Violation’s punishment every so often, it turned out he had been telling me the truth. Ruling vampires bored him. He had relinquished his title to… Well, go on and take a guess. I’ll give you a clue. It’s the last fucking vampire who wanted it.
But he had made sure I would get it when he called me to the Court and then bowed at my feet like my pet dog, his face calm with serene respect. “I swear myself to your clan.”
Which had been a political bitch to put me in, really. It left me with the choices of adopting him and all his clan as my own, or forcing them all to be my thralls. Honestly, having his entire clan as family seemed easier than having a lot of slaves that I had to keep in continual check. So I had adopted them, but only as I commanded Sebastian to take care of his family as he had always done. I had seen something of the structure he kept in his Citadel and I didn’t want anything to do with all that delicate balance. So I left them all to it and left him ruling it.
He had nodded obediently with my command. “Yes, Master.”
And he did do a wonderful job at following that order. He was so good at his reign that most of the time he didn’t even have to be present for his Citadel to keep up its sinful joys. It turned out that he had thralls for everything in that place, and they made sure that all was taken care of. And Mira’s slaves were so affected by their brief run-in with her magic that they worshiped her from afar, waiting for her to come and feed them demonic energy when she so wished.
Of course, all of this meant something for my immediate household. “Good evening, Master.” Mira looked up at me where she sat at my feet, curled up with a book, but the voice that spoke wasn’t hers.
“Good evening, Sebastian.” I relaxed in my chair and it had been weeks since our little foray, as I thought of it. At first, I had thought Sebastian was only staying so near me because he was wary of breaking his pact, frightened of how his life would be. But as the time started to draw on, I was forced to confront the thought that this might not be the case. There started to be more than a few little clues to this fact, besides the sheer length of time he had been living with me.
He waited for my greeting like he always did before he approached me. I smiled in encouragement for him when he stroked a hand along my collarbone. “Are you thirsty?” He asked the question in offering, lifting his wrist to my lips.
Things like that were starting to clue me in. I had yet to take him up on his offer, but it really was starting to be a while since I had last fed and I had Mira to care for as well. I had been intending on going hunting, but the thought of feeding from a powerfully old vampire instead? Irresistible, that. I bit into his offered wrist and sipped at it, closing my eyes with pleasure at the feeling of such powerful food. He had taken to offering every night he stayed with me, which was most of them now.
I heard Mira giggle and then felt Sebastian stiffen with the pleasure she fed into him, addicting him to the feeling of giving me sustenance. The thought of corrupting him with her pleasure every time I fed of him made me smile to think about and I licked my teeth in satisfaction when I lifted from his wrist, having lazily taken my fill without having to so much as move from my chair. “Thank you, Sebastian.”
“Anything,” he replied softly. And I paused at the fervent heart in that one word.
His hands were gentle when he rubbed my shoulders and I leaned back, closing my eyes. Mira giggled again and massaged my ankles happily. “You look so godlike, Master.”
Dear Hades below. I was going to be a terribly unbearable vampire some day, what with a natural atrocity bowing to me and an ancient king serving my needs. Even so, I did enjoy the thought of feeding from Sebastian’s fount for every drink. Having it brought to me so eagerly and with such manners made me really delighted, too. “Sebastian, if you’re planning on living with me, perhaps we should talk about either giving you a real room here or having all of us relocate to the Citadel.”
Mira kissed my knee and I opened my eyes to see her rest her head against me. “It is rather rude of you to make him sleep in a guest room all the time.”
I grimaced and Sebastian wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I don’t mind.” His voice was strange when it was subdued, which was most of the time now. Much like Depravity, so long as I kept him fed with the punishment he needed, he didn’t get overly riled up and he stayed rather well behaved. Poetically, both sides of the immortal punishment coins had similarly addictive behaviors. All things in moderation was a good creed to live by for both parties. So many bloody creatures couldn’t learn that and ended up intolerable twats, like Sebastian had been. “You both have rooms readied for you at the Citadel, if you wish to try it.”
Mira grimaced. “Yes, that’s nice, but I don’t want to sleep in a goddamned sex swing, thank you, so-“
Sebastian cut her off. “There’s a bed now, little flower. A nice, cozy one with a lacy canopy. If you like, you can let your slaves sleep in the room so you can feed them and listen to their fun for your sweetest dreams.”
Mira blinked up at him and then at me. “Master, I think we should hear him out. Maybe we should just, you know, try it for a few months and see if the cold is as nice and pleasant as before. See if the snow still feels delightful to run on after a few months’ time. A little bit of this trial and a little bit of that trial, that kind of thing.”
I looked up at Sebastian, narrowing my eyes. “Really? She’s already so spoiled that I can’t make her hunt. You’re giving her a room full of 16 bloody slaves to make her bedroom smell like sex all the time, too? This is bullshit. You and D are both assholes, I’ll have you know.” But there was something else as well, something that made me hesitate. “You realize that if I take residence there, as your Master…”
“The head of household and invitational rights redirect towards you, Your Grace. Yes, I know. Don’t you even want to see your own room before you decide? Also, you’re worse than either Depravity or I, when it comes to your little succubus.”
I pet Mira’s hair gently, looking down at her and she smiled back, unaware of the pain Sebastian’s words gave me. It was true that I was worse than either of them. Recently, I had become a lot worse. I had made Mira a promise to help her get her memories back and after our little adventure, I had left to find her father, to speak with him and tell him what his daughter was. I had been intent on bracing him so that he could talk with her because he, as the person who had gifted her to me, was also the person who could help her get all those memories back. Being in her old home would have made her happy, very happy, I was sure. I still remembered the night on the balcony, when an innocent little creature had walked into my embrace and all this mess had taken hold.
But when I got there, I found only sorrow left in the wake of a fulfilled demon pact. Like all pacts, the results were powerful. Her father hadn’t survived it. I didn’t know what killed him in the end and it was a sad thing. Or it would have been a sad thing, if I had let it. I had gone back to Mira and looked into her eyes with the force of Compulsion. I commanded her to forget that voice that had once been in her head. There were no memories. She had always been mine and she hadn’t had a life before that. Evil of me? Yes. Terrible? Most certainly.
But there was no sadness to her. “Yes, Master.” She said it easily and delightedly curled into my arms. And since then, it was true that I made sure Mira didn’t want for anything. I had taken her human life and left nothing but a corrupted travesty in its place, a horrific trespass against natural order. What might have become of that girl who had been dressed for her party in such splendor on the balcony that night?
The world wouldn’t get to find out and that’s why you don’t make pacts with demons. They don’t end happily and, for demons like me, we don’t regret it when we take. Even partial demons can’t feel much in the way of pity with what is rightfully given to us by unholy law. Even Sebastian hadn’t been able to escape the effects of breaking and participating in so much demonic creed. A human couldn’t be expected to hold up to being involved in it. Depravity didn’t even have a response to Lott’s death, didn’t care enough to have one. The man had been a surrogate and his part in our life was over.
But there was the vampire part of me that did feel. It was the same part of me that freed me from Astarte, out of desperation, and it was the same part that could logic out how to dominate Sebastian. That part was incapable of denying Mira a single thing. “Alright. If you’re both so hellishly bent on it, I’ll at least see my own rooms, and maybe we’ll stay a few months.”
Mira grinned and took my hand when I held it out for her while Sebastian threaded his fingers with my own. I willed us to the Citadel entryway and, this time, I wasn’t immediately assaulted with sin and temptation. Oh, those things were certainly still there and there was certainly a heartbeat rhythm from where I knew Mira’s room to be, but Sebastian guided us a different way to show us what he had set up for me. He already knew that Mira would likely be sleeping in my room with me, despite his offers. She skipped along at my side delightedly, enjoying the rhythm of lust that rocked the place now that she wasn’t being forced to fuel it. Of course, during Sebastian’s punishments, Violation was more than delighted to force her into the sex swing and use it to remind Sebastian of his sins, of how bad he had been… We had discovered a joyous torture for him in a cat of nine tails, with glass at the ends of it, and we had fun with it lately, but I was finding my moments as Violation to be full of creative potential. It was more fun than I cared to admit.
Demons have lots of fun, if you’d give us a chance. Depravity purred in my blood and he was even happier than he’d ever been. He had taken to lovingly spanking Mira for moments on end, when he thought she needed to feel him. And then there were moments when he merely wanted to play with her hair, have her call him daddy while he fixed her with braids and a tiara. I was honestly just getting used to all the weird fetishes. They for damn sure weren’t going anywhere and my life would spiral to hell if they weren’t fulfilled.
“Oh.” And they came with benefits, like the room that Sebastian opened up for us. “Oh!” I turned in an amazed circle to look around me at what Sebastian had made for me.
“It occurred to me that I give your demons a lot of attention and not enough to the vampire who holds them.” I grinned at his words because he’d given me the room with the Phlegathon murals painted on the walls. Images of boiling blood surrounded me and depictions of wrath danced around me. But even over those were Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin posters and I had to grin at those happily. I could still smell faint bits of old blood and I knew it was on purpose. Sebastian opened a door to the side. “And then there’s this room for… darker nights.” I went in eagerly after seeing the sprawling bedroom he’d given me and grinned in playful delight. It was one hell of a vampire’s dream dungeon. There were all sorts of structures and chains and crosses to tie my vampire playmate down, in as many ways as I wanted to have him for his punishments. And then there were softer toys for when Mira craved to feel Depravity holding her still and lightly spanking her. She had followed us into that room, too, I realized and she squealed happily when she jumped on the big bondage bed.
“Ugh. Fine. We’ll bloody stay.”
Mira cheered with a laugh and Sebastian smiled. “I can promise that it’s even more well protected than your own home is,” he said softly.
“I already trusted that you wouldn’t suggest something where anything might happen to Mira or I.”
Sebastian flinched at the very idea. “Never.” A shudder went through him like it still did sometimes. He was still growing accustomed to his new undeath, but I thought he was taking it rather well. It was a bit of a shock for him to find himself beholden so completely to another creature. The worst part was that he ensured his own enslavement to me because he didn’t want to be free. The only thing worse than being mine was the thought of not having my punishment anymore.
“Just breathe and accept it, Sebastian. It’s alright. One day you’ll forget to shudder like that at all.” I leaned against the wall, watching him, relaxed in the same way he had once been relaxed while taunting me.
Mira curled up on the bed. “Now that we’re here and you’ve enticed Master, will you come and tell me a story, Sebastian?” She flooded him with magic so suddenly that he staggered with a soft whine. “And I’ll soothe you in return for being a good vampire.”
His eyes fluttered closed and his voice was breathy when he replied. “Yes, Mira. What story would you like?” We had also discovered that he loved to be lightly dominated by my succubus, loved to be made to submit to her.
I played the game with great pleasure, already thinking that we should play within a fortnight together. “Address her properly, Sebastian.”
He moaned and met her eyes, desperate for punishment. “Forgive me, Mistress.”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll forgive you for now.” Sebastian was by her side in a second, his motion graceful and quick with his species’ endowments. He bent forward over her to meet her lips while I watched, wickedly grinning. After feeling Violation in my blood, I had gone through some other changes. One of those was the fact that I liked playing now. I liked it an awful lot.
I wrapped my arms around Sebastian and purred in his ear. “There are so many places on her body to kiss that it was rather forward of you to presume her meaning, don’t you think?” In answer, he groaned against Mira’s lips and she nipped him playfully.
“Forgive me, Mistress.” He managed to say it again, his voice breathless with desire.
She cuddled him close and I released him to her arms. Oh, I wanted to keep playing, especially in this room, but Mira had asked him for a story and she wouldn’t get that in this room if I kept going. A pity. Later. The next day, maybe. Sebastian curled over her in the bed and I crawled up to nestle between both of them, deliberately being awkward about it so that Mira laughed and slapped my shoulder happily. It made me grin, made me delighted to hear it.
Such a good newborn we made. I smiled at Depravity’s sedate voice in my head and wrapped an arm around both of my wards, even while they seemed all too content to curl close to me. D was right. We really had made something spectacular. We had been assholes about taking her and turning her and it was wrong, but it was good for us. A few weeks ago, I had gotten the interesting experience of running into an angel with Mira by my side.
The angel had taken one glance at her and broken into tears, which told me all I needed to know about the creature I had stolen away from castles in the sky. She ruled in different castles now, though, and she ensured I had more than enough power to maintain the crown that Sebastian had placed upon my head.
I never wanted to rule, and in no step of our strange journey had I acted with so much as a single intent on ruling. Vampires were irritating little children to try to keep in line. And yet, it seemed like my life had been shooting down a path like an arrow since I touched Mira and made her. She made me into a wonderful king, regardless of the immorality of my having her. I lay back, content, while Sebastian started one of the stories of his early years. The old vampire had so much knowledge, and I was now privy to it at my every whim, that it alone was probably enough to maintain rule, honestly.
Wait a second. I had a vampire with all kinds of knowledge at my fingertips! “Sebastian,” I interrupted his story, internally flinching at how rude that made me, but he merely looked up at me curiously when he heard the excitement in my voice. “You must have a lot of resources at your use, right?”
“Of course,” he answered, stroking one hand down my stomach. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“If I give you some identifying information on a specific set of tarot cards, could you get them for me?”
He shrugged. “Within a week. Two, at most. Unless, of course, the cards are destroyed or impossible to get to by some other block, but I could let you know if that was the case.”
I had to work to contain my excitement, had to settle back down and stroke his shoulder. “Thank you. Forgive me for my interruption. Continue, please, and I’ll ask later.”
Sebastian obeyed and Depravity rolled his eyes at me in my head. It only took a few extra decades, give or take, but I was going to get those bloody cards one way or another.