Never sane again +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

More.

Such a terrible word for the underworld. For the vampire, the word went with the endless thirst for blood.

We could glut ourselves, drain hundreds of corpses, and still, the thirst would beg

"more". The demons were even worse. They were more emotional than sentient beings, as I had learned well, and they were driven by specific natures that ruled them.

Whatever that nature may be, it was always accompanied by the thought of "more".

Too much was never enough. The oceans could turn to blood, and it would never satisfy a single vampire. I knew this, had lived with that fact for millennia, and come to accept it as all damned souls must.

And yet, when she demanded, I could not stop, even knowing that she was likely no different.

Her magic was powerful in the way that any abomination was strong, by the sheer horror that it was something that shouldn't exist.

It consumed me, and I felt that yearning for "more" to my darkest depths.

"Yes." I growled it, working her, still amazed that I was able to. "More. Always." And I did, wondering how I had ever thought my s*x with Astarte was the most I had in me.

Because it wasn't. I lowered my mouth to feed at her lips, on her cries, and she gave them to me willingly, scoring my back with nails that were nothing like Astarte's claws.

These drew my blood like Mistress, but it was like they were coated in a drug to fuel me with more pleasure.

The bite of pain only intensified the bliss of her p*ssy milking me. She met me stroke for stroke, lifting like she had been reborn to take me, to feed from me.

When her body tightened around mine and she shouted in ecstasy, I trembled with the effort of holding back, hissing with it.

But I refused to let it end that fast, not when I had waited for this for so long, not when I had never thought to have it again.

"Roll over. Get on your hands and knees and put your face down." I bit the words out when I pulled away, fisting my c*ck.

At first, she scrambled to obey, but then she got distracted with the sight of me stroking myself, her eyes glowing with mad lust and her lips parting.

It was the compulsion that ended up forcing her to obey so that she turned anyway, still looking over her shoulder to see what she evidently liked very much.

"Trust me, you'll like this better than watching me masturbate, lovely demoness."

Depravity sang through my body, and I slapped her ass, one quick strike that made her squeal with glee.

"Oh, yes, yes! Harder, please!"

I obliged, my eyes filling with the blackness while the demon in me thrilled to hear the begging.

"Have you noticed that you're forced to obey me?" It left my lips when I pressed back inside of her, the words pulled from me in the throes of silky pleasure. "I could command you to anything at all, little fledgling."

Her moans and pleas rose back to cries and increased in volume. "Oh, yes, sir. I like it, sir."

Bloody hell. So did I. I loved the thought of using the compulsion to command her in the bedroom, though not at all in the way Astarte did it.

No, I craved it in far more erotic ways, a blend of the demon in my blood and the nurturing of being a vampire Sire.

I didn't know how it all worked yet, didn't even know what creature I was f*cking with such fervor and feeling.

But already, I imagined commanding her back against my bed with her legs spread wide, pictured myself kneeling above her while she looked up with such hunger, imagined telling her to open up for me so I could see her gaping.

Would I be able to see that previously virgin cunt widen to take me? Would she moan in hot need with every spasm as she yawned wide?

"F*ck." The thought threw me over the edge and I realized I had one hand in her hair, controlling her, and the other gripped her waist, with my claws pierced into her flesh, and she was keening like an animal to my roughness.

I snarled above her and hissed with the orgasm that shot through me, pumping her full of hot seed while she cried with bliss.

"Thank you, sir." She whimpered even while she still twitched around me from her own orgasm. She collapsed under me, and I pulled away to lay beside her, stunned with everything that had just changed in one night.

Almost automatically, I stroked her hair where she lay with her face in my pillows.

"That was..." I couldn't think of a word. "Are you still hungry, love?"

She turned her head to look at me, and her eyes were settled to a vampire's yellow instead of the mad swirl of black. "No. No, thank you."

She looked exhausted again, actually, and I had to consider that whatever awakening had just happened might work like a vampire's.

"Thirsty?" Her eyes fluttered closed, and she shook her head. "Alright. You don't have to stay like that anymore, sweetheart. Come here and cuddle."

Sleepily, she obeyed me, nestling into my arms. I covered us up and held her safe while she fell back to exhaustion.

But there was one thought bothering me. I knew what happened to the pets Depravity created. They were never again mentally stable, never whole.

He shattered them and replaced their sanity with his sin. Had he done the same thing to his creation, to my creation?

When she woke again, what mentality would she be capable of displaying anymore? What personality would I be raising?

I worried, but for the time being, I stroked her lovingly and hummed until I slept beside her, protecting her through the terrible daylight.

I only left when it was safely night again.

She was still sound asleep and I was loathe to be away, but I needed answers on what creature I was to raise, ones better than the insane demon in my blood was giving me, so I went to invite some help from some old friends.

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