Lust & Fangs: Steamy Vampire Erotic Short Stories

Madame licked up some blood from his chest and kissed his forehead, the blood mixing with the spit from before and running down his face. Wanda went down on her knees and breathed on his balls. Licking his cock, Wanda gathers his balls in one hand, the Captive writhing and shoving his cock in her face. Wanda bit his ball sac, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to engender a strangulated whimper. Wanda pulls the candle out of his arse and stands upright, scrutinising the mucus speckled with shit.“I’d like to shove this down your throat but you’d whine like a bitch if I ungagged you. I’m not into a dialogue with a lump of faecal matter.” Wanda smeared the ass mucus on his face. This seemed to amuse the Captive despite his deprivations, his cheeks jiggling around the ball gag. Madame Wanda’s eyes burned red, incandescent with fury she stormed over the table and returned to the Captive with a pair of nipple clamps, two bull clips attached together with a chain. She attached the

Drinking blood was as euphoric as having sex. All blood tastes very different. Some blood is sweeter than others. Virginal blood is the tastiest. Stanley wondered if Iris was a virgin. She kind of looked like one. She was pretty but very awkward which could mean she was a virgin. Stanley would find out when he took her to bed.Stanley spent hours talking to Iris. She felt comfortable with him. Stanley sat on the same side of the booth and whispered sweet things in her ear. He moved her face towards him and kissed her softly on her lips. He pushed his tongue into her throat and that’s when he knew Iris was his. She responded nicely to Stanley’s kisses. She was acting just like Stanley knew she would.“I’d love to talk with you more. You’re so sweet and innocent.”“My apartment is close by. Would you like to have a drink and hang out some more?”“I’d love that.”Stanley paid the bill. Iris invited Stanley into her car and drove the two of them to her house. She was right, it was very cl

I stand at the foot of the massive wraparound staircase, looking up at the beautiful railing and balcony above. I slowly creep up, soft white carpet on every step, a roll of black duct tape still in my hand. The house is pitch black, but I see better than most people do in perfect daylight. Beautiful artwork and decor line the wall as I ascend, more family pictures of Victoria, Rick, baby Adam.I reach the landing at the top, everything is dead silent. Ahead of me is a full bathroom, for guests, not used much. I peek my head in. So pristine and wealthy, I could really get used to it here. I look up at the mirror above the sink. I’m not in it, there’s no reflection. I back out of the bathroom, a bit freaked out. I guess it’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me recently.To my left and right, hallways going in both directions. To the left, a couple doors, one of them open at the end, a baby room. I sneak inside. There he is, little Adam. Victoria’s first-born. He’s cute. Since

I slide my hand up to her breasts. The top she wears isn’t meant to hold them firmly, so they hang loosely underneath, her nipples slightly visible, little bumps under the fabric.She shifts in her sleep, turning her head toward me suddenly. She opens her eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, half asleep and out of focus. I see her perfectly, but she only sees my shape in the dark room. She leans forward and casually kisses me full on the mouth, a quick “welcome home, honey” sort of kiss. A slight wetness, her lips so plump and warm. She gave me a bit of tongue. It was just meant as a quick peck, but it was sensual and sexy. Is that just how she kisses every time? I stare in shock as she immediately rolls to her side, facing away from me, going back to sleep.I scoot in close and wrap my arm around her, spooning her. I press my legs to hers, my belly to her back, my face buried in her thick waves of black hair. I breathe in her scent, my face enveloped. My cock rages up against her butt crack.

I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.Her breasts are simply perfect. Plump and natural. They flop outward sideways just a bit from how she’s laying. Her skin is pale here, never seeing the sun. Sexy half-dollar-coin-sized areolas, big but the right size for her tits, a darker brown to compliment her olive skin-tone. Puffy nipples poking up a bit, one of them damp.I dive my face down to taste all over her fleshy mounds. Her skin has the slightest sheen of sweat, just a hint of humidity from her orgasm and intense struggling. She tastes just a bit salty as I lick and suck across her breasts.Up