#vixieveo

Up until a certain point, you had always perceived Vesper to be no more than a jolly, perverted giant eager to make all those around him devolve into nothing but senseless want. Yes, he held the title of demonlord, but compared to the others, you thought him to be almost innocent in comparison.

His only crime was wanting sex, inflicting desire on others.

But then, you realized Vesper was mostly just waiting for you to get acclimated to Lust before becoming comfortable around you. Enough to reveal less tasteful habits.

You remember it like it was yesterday. Waking up alone in bed, following the sounds of slapping, guessing the King had found himself breakfast without disturbing you. The smell was the first thing that hit you as you turned the corner.

There he was, lounging, some poor sod undoing themselves into a river of blood on his lap bouncing with every ounce of depleting strength they had. The demonlord was busy reading something, not paying an crumb of attention to their hypnotized toy as their guts spilled onto his lower mouth, which held onto them while they somehow managed to keep riding him with their abdomen wide open. They were dying, of that you were certain, but they hardly seemed aware of such, face forever twisted in pleasure while they were milked of every droplet of desire they could spare.

You watched, for what must have been long silent minutes, as their pace slowed, their body no longer able to keep up with their desire, making them slump like a sock as they perish right then and there, impaled, torn. You couldn't explain why your arousal erupted into tall flames in that moment. But it did, and maybe that's why Vesper noticed you in a flash.

There was shock in his face, a frozen sort of nervousness, he didn't expect you to have woken up so soon, you usually sleep for a couple more hours. But then he read your smell, and he relaxed, shrugging the husk off his cocks casually, the thing leaking more blood, guts painted with rivulets of his cum escaping horrifically gaped orifices.

Vesper lulled you as you erupted into mild hysteria, and, as always, told you there was nothing wrong with your enjoyment. That it was beautiful, that you ought to nurture it.

So it grows into a terrible, cruel, delicious little thing.

Your every depraved thought is expertly pried off the tangle of your mind like a yarn thread by Vesper's expert claws. Although the King adds an interesting mix to the situation. See, for a good meal to be extracted, these toys need to stay alive for as long as possible- So what you end up with is people who are intentionally broken with fucklust and will let Vesper or you do anything to them, taking pleasure from it no matter how gruesome or destructive.

It's a testament to his real power, to make one's own demise an orgasmic and irresistible event.

You cut a hole into their throat for the King to use and they shriek in pleasure before their vocal chords either get shredded or drowned out in their own blood. Meat grinder? Yeah, they just throw themselves in there, putting their hands and arms first so Vesper can feel them clench around him as the pain-turned-pleasure courses through them.

It's very bizarre watching these husks of former people drool and moan, crawling across the floor with their deformed figures falling apart, like zombies- Wanting to feel the Icon just one last time as he stands out of reach, watching them fade with a hand around one of his girths.

He could do that to you if he wanted. There's literally nothing stopping him. You could be one of the bodies on his floor, complexion carved in perpetual euphoria- Well, the ones that still have faces that is.

A couple years ago, he used to keep a few as quick toys. No limbs, no voice, sometimes no eyes. But the effort of keeping them alive and decent was honestly not worth it considering the quality of each feeding decreased very quickly. He'll give it another shot if the sight gets you off however.