She's special

—Lucius

"This... isn't the garden. This is just some dead ground." I watched her curiously, wishing I had access to a spell equivalent of a mind meld just so I could see whatever it was that she saw.

Because it was clear that whatever she saw was not land where nothing grew. "Mira," I said thoughtfully. "Can you tell me where it stops being pretty for you? Can you tell me where it doesn't look like magic anymore?"

"Yeah, it's easy. It's that line way down there, where the gate is. The fairies dance and protect us even a little past the iron bars, and then they stop. And there's all kinds of symbols that dance over the ground, like the blackest smoke with fiery red in the center."

I'll. Be. Damned. She could see the compulsion and the desecration of demonic magic.

This was insanely fun. "I'm glad you like it. This wasn't what I wanted to show you, though. Come to the back."

She grinned when I took her around the house, and she ran forward with a happy yelp while I smiled.

True, my land wasn't exactly exciting unless you were Mira, but fortunately, I had entered a day and age where humans created synthetic substitutes for everything.

There wasn't anything else to do when I lived forever and had been waiting for a pact payment to come of age, so I had taken to the hobby of creating a garden where one wouldn't grow.

Seamless astro turf made something even softer than grass to walk on, and there were flower beds with black rocks instead of dirt.

Large artificial flowers were planted in those secure beds, blacks and whites, and reds and grays in their colors. A gargoyle fountain even stood in the center.

It was all very theatrically vampire, something straight out of a movie, as a running joke that made Depravity and I both giggle together.

Humans had already made such an entertaining stereotype for our kind, so who was I to wreck that?

"It's amazing! It's like a princess garden and with all the fairy lights here too." I tilted my head when she suddenly opened her mouth in an odd motion and worked to swallow a little.

She made a clacking sound with her teeth and shook her head with a frown.

Bad little vampire for being thirsty and not saying anything to you. Play with her. Please, Lucius, I mean it.

It won't give her her memories back, but she needs it. It will help her. Depravity's sudden speak up made me want to groan.

He wasn't going to shut the f*ck up until I did play, until I satisfied both of them. I suddenly realized that I had been so focused on what she seemed to crave for that I hadn't been paying enough attention to the demon inside of me.

And now that I noticed it... God, it was lucky I had made it this long without him trying to possess me for playtime with her. However, her scent affected me, it was affecting him far worse.

Fine. I'll do it, but only a little and only gently.

He whimpered, actually whimpered, with his desire at the thought. "Come here, Mira." I went and sat on the garden bench while she obeyed, clearly enjoying the sight of compulsion weaving around her.

She stood before me and watched me with a wicked, flirtatious little smirk.

"Yes, Master?"

In answer, I pulled her onto my lap and positioned her over my knee so that her ass was lifted up. "Your mouth is dry." I let Depravity curl through my veins and unleashed him, just a little.

My palm struck her ass, lightly, just enough to cause the slightest pain.

Her reaction was instant and beautiful. She arched on my lap with a s*xual cry, her hands grasping my leg so that I flexed and chuckled, stroking the flesh I had struck.

Depravity moaned with pleasure, a sound that made my eyes go wide with just how much delight he could give when he felt affection for his playmate. "Yes, my mouth is dry!" And she didn't fight, didn't resist me. She curved for more of it.

Please! Please, let me play!

He had never begged me, and yet now he had done it thrice in one night.

Holy hell. I slapped her ass again, and both of them gave twin cries of ecstasy. "Bad girl. You tell your Sire when you're thirsty." Easy, D. She's not a creature for you to punish. She was innocent.

I know! I swear I do, please! She needs me, I promise!

Strangely, I believed him. "I'm sorry!" Mira whined and lifted, her whole body contorting in the most tantalizing way possible.

I let Depravity loose, just a little more, let him curl up to the surface so that his smoke poured from my lips and his guttural voice spoke from my tongue.

"Are you? Daddy wants to help you and feed you, but he can't always tell when you need it if you don't let him know." He struck slightly harder than I had, but she jolted with even more pleasure. "You have to be good and ask for it, understood?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, I understand." She was writhing, lifting her hips in a dance.

He laughed above her, his voice dark and playful. But not violent. No, he wasn't the deranged version that I knew from before that would kill and torture.

He was something far softer, far more pleasurable.

Loving Depravity. Oh, this was new and delightful. We groaned together when he thrust his fingers between her nether lips, and she squealed in bliss, her silky folds drenched and ready, so ready.

"I don't know if I believe you, but you do seem to enjoy some discipline. What if I just keep spanking you a little while, just to make sure?"

I could feel my palm slap gently against her flesh to fuel her with more pleasure, and now I couldn't tell if it was him or me who wanted this more.

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