Chapter 10: A pact am willing to make+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

I stood through the pain of the hot sands and approached him steadily enough while he watched me with whatever emotion he felt. It was impossible to tell on the swirling smoky face, but I felt pretty confident in what would work for him.

He tilted his head while I undressed, and he cackled when I grabbed him and turned him on his hands and knees. I wasn't sure how s*x and sodomy would work with this thing, but I had seen him jack a c*ck off, so it seemed a safe guess that it would work the same as it would for a human.

"I assume you could take a female form and voice if you desired?"

He looked over his shoulder at me, laughter in his voice. "Yes, vampire. Is that what you want?"

"Yes." I nodded and fisted my own c*ck, which was a hell of a lot smaller than a demon's member as it turns out, but that wasn't what mattered at the moment. I had to work myself, jerking myself a little.

"Because I'm not gay and being made to f*ck you while you're in a male form is a turn off." And thank God my Mistress was cruel, because my c*ck was easily hardened even when I wasn't s*xually interested, and it stayed that way easily too. I fisted my s*x and stroked it up between her legs until I felt what had to be a hole in her form. And then I thrust home.

Such evil things one could do when they were desperate.

Depravity reacted instantly, delight in her cry. "Oh! Are you going to cum in the body you can't even get s*xually attracted to?"

I laughed. "Would that I could. I'm not permitted to. I displeased my Mistress and Sire, so she revoked my pleasure for a short time." I twisted the words to make them seem like I enjoyed the acts, to make them seem like my Sire wasn't a cruel creature.

It probably would have made her hotter to hear the truth, but I needed her to assume my relationship was as close as any other vampire's bond with their Sire.

It didn't matter anyway, as it turned out. Depravity arched on the flaming sand with another, even louder, groan. "So if you f*ck me harder, it will only cause you more pain and I can make you do it to serve me, while you get no relief?"

I quickened my strokes in answers and I let myself gasp with pain, knowing she would want to hear it.

"Yes. And that pleases you, doesn't it? Seeing a procreative pleasure act meant to be enjoyed by both parties turned to this, a straight vampire f*cking a multi-personality demon's *sshole in an act of service and torment? I wonder if I kept doing this by this river long enough, would I go insane from the continual onslaught of pleasure? The thoughts it inspires are just so depraved in nature, aren't they?" She was arching beneath me, and her cries were soft animal hisses.

"Are you going to cum for me and sprinkle the sands with your seed from the thought of my snapping from unrequited desire while I'm used like a slut for you, Depravity? You should. It's hot as all f*ck to think about, hot enough to make me suffer all the more." I reached around her to stroke her tits and laughed.

Because she secreted milk, just from my twisted words, lifting back in my arms with a cry of feral madness.

She was laughing when she finished, too, and turned her head to look at me. "That can't be all, little vampire. You have good tastes and it was fun, but I still think you'll be a joy to take for a hellish swim."

"It's not all," I answered, purring it. "I would like to make a deal, with a pact."

She laughed all the harder at that. "And what do you possibly have that I could want to deal with?"

"A chance to leave this place and be released on the earth. I think the world could use a little more Depravity, you see."

She lifted and stroked herself on my c*ck, where I still impaled her, so that I grunted with soft pain, and there was a grin in her voice. "I'm listening, little vampire."

"A human body is weak, but a vampire's is sturdier. You could use my blood as a vessel to fuse and integrate with, couldn't you?" Now this and the rest of what I was about to say was the desperate gambit.

Demons were not stable creatures, however, and I was banking heavily on the nature of her species. They had become mostly creatures of desires, twisted and made entirely of feeling.

Depravity would wreak havoc if released on the earth, for instance, but it wouldn't be incredibly clever or diabolical havoc. Logic wasn't their strong point.

Still, she pulled away from me and turned to lay on the sands, frowning at me. "True that I could, but I wouldn't. Fusing myself to your blood would mean being assimilated with you. I would be prisoner, little vampire, even more than I am here."

I nodded. "Yes, but you would be able to leave, and that's where the pact comes in. I will carry you from this place in my blood, and I will swear on the life of my Sire and Mistress that I will release you as soon as we reach the surface."

She tilted her head, the smoke swirling at me thoughtfully. If he could tell I was being deceitful or had the presence of thought to read logic, I was done for and would cook for all eternity in the river of wrathful blood. But by that time, it was a risk I was willing to take.

Finally, she spoke. "The bond between a Sire and their fledgling is very strong, vampire. Are you sure you wish to make this pact with me?"

Holy shit. I couldn't believe it. The way my Mistress treated me was so basically f*cked that a demon could be tricked with this.

There was something fitting in that, something that poetically delighted me in the fact that Astarte's terrible nature would, and should, be the cause of her downfall.

I pretended to consider and then solemnly answered, "Yes. It's a pact I am willing to make."

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