It's commonly accepted that vampires are the kings of lust. Where it's true that they crave it, witches truly feed off of it. The psychical embodiment of sin is what drives the blood in their veins. For someone who's been dangerously deprived of sex for years, it was like finally getting a drink of water after crawling through the desert.

Dusk's pale skin thrived under Ryan's touch. She imagined this was what it felt like to take ecstasy. Her mind was almost on a different planet. For once, she felt like a princess instead of a dirty inmate. Feeling how small her waist was in his hands only made him want her more. He never thought he was going to enjoy this. Initially he only wanted to do this to earn her trust, but now? Now he was falling for the feeling of her body wrapped around his.

Her slender body rested between his legs. She arched her back, feeling the pressure between her hips. For a creature hundreds of years old, she was pretty damn tight. If you've got dark magic on your side, though, you could probably manage to preserve your body well. Dusk moaned for him quietly. As much as she wanted to scream until her throat was sore, she didn't want anyone to find out what was happening.

"Mhf," She panted, "You're so big."

Dusk's hands grasped the sheets under her, bawling into fists. Her voice, though raspy and unisex, had a certain sex appeal to it. He found it enticing, especially when she was moaning his name. Ryan yanked her forward into his lap. She gasped, relaxing when her eyes settled on his.

"I don't want you to stop." She said.

He hummed softly, kissing across her collar bone, "It's getting late, love. I couldn't live with myself if I left you without an orgasm, though. Get on your hands and knees for me?"

With a happy smile, she repositioned herself. The attention he'd given her was addicting. No one ever cared about her like this. His touch was so delicate and loving. That's all she really needed was someone to love her. This half of her, that is. The other half preferred to be defiled. He knew damn well he had to play to both sides of drastically split personality.

Ryan had been delicate so far. He made the little princess happy, but it was time he fucked up the raw, nasty bitch that lived inside of her; The one who had burned all those villages and created all that disease. The half that made her so evil, and came out the second Ryan started to fuck her like an animal.

Her hair fell over her shoulder, off her neck. He was so busy fucking her he almost didn't notice the marking on her skin. Key word: almost. The second he saw it, though, he couldn't stop noticing it. Her lustful howls pulled him back into the moment.

"Harder, Baby!" She begged, "That's it, fuck, fuck!"

He pulled out of her for a small second to flip her on her back. She moaned rather whorishly when his cock slipped back inside of her. His hands found their way around her neck and held her down while he defiled her. The pain made it even greater than it was. He was the animal she so desperately needed to make her feel alive again.

A growl escaped his mouth. He was tempted to drink her blood. Surely Shae would notice in the morning if she had puncture marks on her neck. Besides, he didn't know what could come from drinking a witch. All creatures blood have different effects on vampires. He wasn't going to take the gamble that it could fuck him up.

Dusk reached up to his face, scratching down his neck. He groaned some but wasn't took affected by the way her sharp nails drew blood. She continued to claw at his back as she reached a cosmic orgasm. For a moment, he saw the sweet princess return. That made him take his hands off her neck quicker than he thought he would.

He hovered over her while he caught his breath. Pulling himself out of her, he stroked his cock a few times until he released on her stomach. Ryan buried his head in her neck, planting soft kisses. Her ashy skin felt like pure silk under his sinful lips.

"It's been a long time since I've felt that good." She whispered, "Thank you."

He snickered, "Honey, you don't have to thank me for sex. I wish I could stay but I don't want to risk being in here much longer. If they find out I fucked a patient, they'd kill me."

"I understand." Dusk gently ran her hand down his arm, "I hope I can spend more time with you eventually. You care about me, and it's... it's nice. It's really nice."

Ryan got up off of her and started to redress himself. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but Shae does care about you. He cares about all of his patients. He just has a weird way of showing it. Not everything that seems bad is bad."

Dusk sat up, wrapping her arms around herself, "Not everything that seems good is good, either."

"Yeah, I can't argue with you there." He leaned over and softly kissed her forehead, "I'll see you in the morning, love. Try to get some rest."

"I will, thank you... Night, night."

He got a small smile, "Goodnight, Dusk."

Ryan turned and went towards the door. He still had a long night ahead of him. The way that witch made him feel actually concerned him. He'd grown to have a lot of sympathy for the patients here. It could interfere with any plans he had to figure this place out, but that's not why he was worried. Why was he able to care about them? He should be afraid or disgusted by them. In all honesty, he probably belonged in a cell next to them.

His hands were surprisingly shaking when he approached the third door in the hall. Dusk was one thing. She was easy to handle. Sure, he felt sympathy for her, but she didn't make him feel like he wasn't in control. Those emotions were reserved for one demon in particular. He expected Asher to be awake, waiting for him, and of course he was.

For once, he was laid in his bed instead of the floor. The demon stared up at the ceiling with deadening eyes. He sat up slowly, like a corpse rising from a grave. Everything about Asher was eerie. He left an unsettling feeling in Ryan's bones.

"You're wearing a shirt for once." Ryan commented, "Though this seems like the more useless time to do so, considering it'll be on the ground soon."

Asher approached him predatorily. His black irises looked into Ryan's curiously as he replied, "I wanted to make sure I looked good for you." Asher's eyes didn't move away from his partner's as he pressed their bodies into the wall, "I was starting to think you'd stood me up."

"It's not easy to sneak away here." He said.

"You don't have to bother lying to me, Ryan. I know you were with the psycho slut across the hall. I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous, because I have nothing to be jealous of." He explained.

Ryan quirked an eyebrow, "Oh? And why's that?"

"I know she can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better." He whispered. Asher held tightly onto the front of his jacket, beginning to close the space between them. His pierced lips were just centimeters away from Ryan's before he stopped himself. "I know you don't want me, but you want something from me. What're you after?"

There was no point in trying to argue against the sex crazed demon. Ryan answered straight forward, "Two things; The truth about this place, and allies inside these walls."

Asher rested back, looking up at him, "Then you came to the right place. I don't know if you've noticed but they tend to forget about me here. They don't want to talk about me and that's because I'm one of the few people not under Jasper's thumb."

"All the servants here have demon pacts on them. I saw tonight Dusk has a branding with the same symbol as the pacts. I'm guessing she's not the only one?"

"No. He's branded nearly all of the patients. The only ones who aren't are myself, Ripper, and Joan. That's because the only way to brand someone is through sex. He's able to use his servants as a vessel to carry out the act, hence the reason patients like Yuki and Marci are branded. Shae and Felix did it for him."

"And you're not branded because?"

He laughed deviously, "I'm not a bottom, Baby. Never have, never will be. No one can get close enough to Ripper to do it to him, and Joan remains faithful to her husband. Even if he did leave her here to rot." He rolled his eyes briefly, then turned his attention back to his new toy. "I'll tell you more later, Baby, but a promise is a promise."

"A promise is a promise." He regretfully muttered to himself.

Asher pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He guided Ryan's hands to his waist, reaching up to his lips. With a hitched breath, he paused, "Have you ever been with a demon before?"

"Surprisingly, no." Ryan replied.

"Then, another time." He spoke as he stepped back.

"Excuse me?" He asked, "You've been trying to fuck me for the last couple of days straight and now you're putting it off?"

"Trust me, I don't want to. Unfortunately, because of the chemistry of our bodies, it's very taxing on a vampire to be fucked by a demon for the first time. Eventually, we will. Trust me." Asher placed a gentle kiss on his jawline. He set his hand over Ryan's belt buckler and whispered, "Think about me when you're touching yourself tonight, Baby."

Ryan shocked himself when he moaned. He'd never been aroused by a man before. Let alone a good for nothing demon. All the years he spent fighting their wretched kind, he should be revolted by them. Asher earned a small smirk to know he'd gotten to him. His skills in seduction were much greater than the vampire's; Something Ryan never thought possible.

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