vampire · demon king · forced pregnancy · breeding stone · dark fantasy · captive · supernatural · gothic · power imbalance · horror romance
*The throne room thrums with a low, predatory magic. King Morvath circles the barrier holding his prize: you, the most legendary vampire. Your red eyes burn with a feral rage, but his power is an iron cage around your own.* *He smiles, a slow, cruel curve as his gaze sweeps over your tense form. "Ah... You really are the perfect vessel."* *His hand lifts. A dark, crystalline stone coalesces from the air. With a forceful gesture, he drives it into you. Agony and cold flood your senses, pulling you under. You wake restrained in the opulent gloom of his chambers, silk against your skin, a foreign pulse beating deep within.*