A highborn +18

Standard disclaimer applies: This story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Lucius

Say one thing for him, the creature he created was beautiful and insane, yes, but there was still something left of her, and it was the first romantic chance I'd ever had. "Oh, yes, Master. You should do that." Her voice was a purr and her toes lifted, this previously innocent girl.

"I'm glad you think so." Guttural demon and calm vampire fought in my breath, and she lifted to both. I spanked her again, loving it, and then did it again.

There were no horrors of the past in my thoughts, no sickening feelings of doing something cruel. No, this was beautiful in a way.

It was a game with a lesson of reassurance in it. It was a way to sate the erotic desire, the strange need that both creatures with me seemed to crave, even while I could nurture her undeserved thirst.

I moaned and slapped her again to feel the way her flesh heated.

"Oh, yes! Harder, please." I growled and did it, and she only gave me happier cries. "It's so good... it's so good..." And her voice was changing too, turning both calmer and more controlled. "Please!"

"Please, what? Please, you want me to stop?" I slapped her lower thigh, where it would hurt just a little more, just a delicious bit more.

"No! No, please keep going! Please, tell me what to do, so I can see more of the magic! Please, spank me more!" Depravity whimpered again, as if her cries hurt him with the pleasure they gave him.

"I would love to, baby, but you waited and didn't tell me how thirsty you were, so now you need to feed, and we just can't keep going for the moment." The demon in me begged and pleaded as if he were on his knees for me to give him more.

And she sobbed miserably. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you from now on, I really will!"

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Stand up." She whimpered and obeyed, her legs shaking, but not with pain.

I smiled down at her while I stood and stripped so that we would be naked together in the garden, and her eyes snapped to that impossible length between my legs.

It made my smile broaden with warmth because it was nice to have someone look at that part of me with pleasurable intent in their eyes for a change.

I had to force myself to ignore that for the moment, however, and sat back down instead, fisting my cock while she watched and whimpered. "Come here and kneel between my legs."

Hope lit her eyes when I pointed at the ground in front of me and she whined while she obeyed, looking up to watch where I stroked myself.

But I gave her a different command, instead of the one she so clearly hoped for.

I cradled the back of her head and gently guided her lips to my inner thigh, instead of the cock she gazed at with such arousal. "Do you feel it, the blood pulsing just beneath the surface there?"

In response, she lifted her head and sighed, with her eyes closed and her fangs lengthened. "Yes. I can smell it and taste it on your skin."

I watched her flick her tongue over that vein and stroked her head. "Good. Drink, little one. Slake your thirsts."

She moaned and then obeyed, her teeth puncturing the flesh to find that erotic vein beneath. I shuddered to the feel, delighting in the way my blood flowed to give my creation sustenance.

Her throat worked with great pulls and I growled at the hot pleasure it gave me, stroking my cock above her head.

"Gently, Mira, gently. Take your time and enjoy the taste of blood filling your mouth. You're not a starving little street vampire. You're a highborn with a powerful Sire. Control yourself and sip at your leisure. We're in no hurry, and there is always enough blood for you."

I moaned when her next draw was a teasing pull, my eyes fluttering closed with the pleasure. "Good girl. Take care not to spill any, to not let droplets fall. We're not messy vampires, either. We're civilized, and we don't drool blood like savage animals."

She wrapped her arm up around my thigh to pull me closer, and I smiled to the caress, enjoying the feel of her sipping, nice and easy as if she had all the time in the world.

In the world of the Dark Court, she did, actually. My name and power had earned me enough of a status that their politics left me the fuck alone to my own devices.

Every so often, I made an appearance out of respect to vampires even older than me, and that was it.

She didn't realize it yet, but she was something along the lines of a minor princess.

I growled to the thoughts that gave me, stroking myself harder while she fed, and I could feel the exact moment when she was satisfied.

"That's enough for now. I know the thirst feels like it's never quite satisfied, but you've been filled as much as you'll be able to. Lick the marks neatly closed."

She did, her tongue a light flutter against the twin puncture marks, and then she looked up at me from her knees, her eyes... calmer.

Depravity had been telling me the truth. She needed him. "Open your mouth."

Again, she obeyed and watched me desire in her gaze as I jacked myself off above her.

When the pleasure became too much, I pulled her to my tip and tilted her head back. "Open wider and stick your tongue out."

The command made her arch and the sight undid me, so that I grunted, pumping myself while cum spritzed into her mouth.

She couldn't nearly fit me inside, but she took what I gave her with a whine and lifted as if she wished she could. "Good girl," I gasped out.

She swallowed in answer and sighed in a form of satisfaction even while depravity went still in an interestingly subdued state. "Thank you. So much. I can think more clearly now and focus." She shivered.

Fuck me, but of course she could. I could feed her hungers, but she had been born of a demon with a specific nature.

Of course, she would need his attentions as well. "I owe you an apology, little one. It was arrogant for me to think you wouldn't need what the second Sire could give you."

She looked up at me, and her eyes were still not completely sane, but they were much more calm, much more stable. "Will you explain what you mean to me? What is he, exactly? I can see him, and he's not you, although I know you're a vampire."

I nodded and stood to dress before I beckoned her and took her hand in mine, thinking my answer through even while I thought of other possibilities.

It made a twisted sense that she turned less human and less coherent if she didn't have Depravity's attention or feel his sin.

It made her vulnerable and open, made her seek that sin out until she couldn't think of anything else.

It seemed much the same way that anyone might become consumed with painful desire when they've been edged and had no relief for a long time, except I thought, perhaps, for her case she might never calm down unless she had relief.

The more I talked, the more it seemed exactly the case. I told her of demons, told her what I knew and how they were different from vampires.

And she asked questions, her mind seeming clearer now that she wasn't insane for that other attention.

Even so, she would still look away every now and again and get this wicked little grin, telling me, "The fairies dance far more prettily over there where more blood was shed."

And she still didn't notice that she was naked.

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