His Royal Breeder
Her voice was like honey, meant to soothe a monster.
"Lord Dracul... you are so beautiful," she breathed, her lips brushing against the skin of my neck, "I am in love with you. I love your curse. your chaos. your suffering."
On my right, her twin sister, Yennifer, looked up at me with eyes full of worship. She reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she massaged the twin horns that curved from my head, the crown of my true nature.
"Your body is perfect," Yennifer murmured, her hand trailing down my chest. "Your soul is untainted by the weakness of men. Your blood is divine."