Feeder Kink Novels & Stories

his shoulders lifted in a shrug, "It’s fucking hot when you try to be quiet on the verge of climax, you milk my cock so fucking hard" He was right I had noticed doing it where we could be caught or were almost caught, heightened the intensity of my release, just the thought that we could be seen with him drilling into me by someone, anyone made me weak in the knees even after. I thought it was because it was just him. Turns out it's because I had a kink.

I'd done some research on it and I found out I had a breeding kink. I had a lot of kinks I didn't know about and I was certain I was going to find more. It was all because of them. They were helping me embrace myself. I loved it.

“A feeder is a human captive kept as a continuous source of blood. The host drinks the feeder's blood regularly, never biting deeply enough or taking enough blood to turn the victim vampire. The blood is allowed to replenish itself before the vampire drinks again, giving him or her a personal, never-ending well of blood. I would think it to be a nightmarish existence, caught between the world of the living and the world of the undead.” Leesa shivered. The thought chilled her own blood.

I was dangerously close already. “Smile, Ava,” Kai whispered in my ear while pretending to show me something on his phone. “You look like you’re about to cum undone in front of half the city’s elite.” Kade leaned in from the other side, voice barely audible. “If you make a sound, we’ll pull you under the table and make you suck us off while they keep talking.” The threat sent a fresh gush of arousal through me. The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had.

I could hardly believe that Colin—my straight-laced, old-fashioned husband of more than a decade—had such a twisted fetish. I remembered when we once stumbled across a post about this kind of kink online. Colin's face had been full of disgust. He'd even said those people were sick. But when I scrolled to the woman's post from a month ago, she had written gleefully, 'The aloof, mature man I've been chasing finally agreed to be my puppy! Guys, tell me I'm not dreaming!'

“Do you want to know what it feels like, baby?” “Yes,” I breathed without hesitation. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Then tell me, Meadow. What do you want? Tell me… what your kink is. Don’t make me force it out of you.” I swallowed. He already knew what it was—of course, he did. He’d been watching me all night.

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

My nipples instantly hardened, tightening into painful nubs and I groaned louder. Dante continued, the flogger whistling through the air, each strike left a flash of fire on my skin. As much as the rational part of my brain screamed for him to stop, the stupid, sexual part of me begged him to continue. The sting, the fire, the vulnerability…it was an intense, forbidden rush I couldn't explain. I had explored kink before, but this level of forced submission, of delicious domination, was brand new to me, and I hated that I craved it.

Having an audience makes things more exciting and is so hot. A month has passed since Derrick, and I started contacting other kinksters on the BDSM forum sites in Lubbock. Instead of appearing at the local underground BDSM club, an older couple, Cooper and Daniel, invited us to their place. They and another couple, Tracey and Cassidy, introduced Derrick and me to a wide range of toys and bondage equipment.

Kayden whispered as he nipped my nipple. A jolt of excitement went through me at being called his 'good girl.' Shit was this some praise kink I had. He nibbled, sucked and bit. Licking around my areola, his tongue pointed as he made slow sensual circles around the area as his rough palms rubbed up and down my thigh getting so close to my pussy but never touching it. My hands went to his hair, gripping his luscious locks in my palms as he devoured my breast.