Filthy Rich Vampire Series Novels & Stories

He hissed sternly at him. "They're not your food. You'll treat them as equals and you'll drink this for now on," Lyle shoved the bottle into his eye sight. The fledgling looked at the bottle then before smirked and taking it. He poured the bottle into the tub with him before he stood up. Lyle got to his feet quickly. "You just wasted another bottle, I hope you're happy." He cut the cold water on and the fledgling hissed, throwing his body up against the wall, trying to get out of the path of the water. Lyle grabbed the hose of the shower head, taking it down and started to spray the vampire clean, showing off his newly formed ghostly pale skin. The vampire turned his back on us, holding his

Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the well-preserved sensuality of the conservative businesswoman. She had proven most receptive to his anal impalements and her blood was so pure that it was almost like the delicate taste of an untouched virgin. He stroked her beautiful long silky hair resting with exotic temptation on her hauntingly white unblemished skin.

The world was gone—just blood, bruises, cock, and filthy moans in the night. Francesa clawed his back, riding his thrusts, her accent sharp through her cries. “Harder, papi! Fuck me like you kill them—fast, rough. Don’t stop. Break me.” He growled, biting her lip until it bled, licking the red from her chin. His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, cock drilling until her legs shook. She screamed, loud, shameless. “¡Sí! Fuck me, papi! Right here, with dead mens watching! You nasty vampire, you love this!”

Vespera, Year of Crimson Eclipse Blood. It ran like a river through the marbled halls of the Black Citadel. Queen Seraphina knelt at the edge of her throne room, her white gown soaked in red, her crown shattered beside her like splintered bone. She could barely lift her head, but her gaze held fire — the kind of fire only born immortals carried. Purebloods. True vampires. "Mercy is beneath you, Luscius," she spat through blood-stained lips. "So don't pretend to offer it."

"Oh, fuck yeah." She pulled back and ran her tongue down the side of my shaft, and then up again, swirling her tongue around the head, then sank her mouth down over it, as I laced my fingers in her hair on the back of her head. Soon, she found a rhythm, moving up and down the shaft, sucking and licking as she wrapped her other hand around the base, fucking me with her mouth as she jacked me off at the base with her hand. Soon, I pulled back, unable to take any more, letting my come explode onto her voluptuous tits as I held onto the wall to steady myself, even though I was a vampire and could balance myself on a thin wire.

's why the vampire race still retains its pure power until now. Unlike the purifiers, because of the power in the human world, they accept to trade the purest blood to marry a foreigner with a human, in return, they gain immense power and status. high in society. The task of the purifier is to destroy the vampires who commit the most cavalier errors, they have the task of killing and purifying those criminals to deter them. But in the coming centuries, the purifiers no longer do that, vampires no longer kill people indiscriminately and no longer live apart from society, they mingle, do business and join the army. , began to marry foreigners but in small numbers. They also began to have feeli

“Look at what a perfect little whore you’ve become on your wedding night.” I did look. My makeup was ruined, mascara streaked down my cheeks. My tits bounced with every thrust. Cum from earlier rounds still glistened on my skin. And between the three of them, I looked… Ruined,Alive. The pleasure built fast and vicious. I came hard around their cocks, moaning around Alaric’s shaft as my body shook. They didn’t stop. They kept rotating, switching holes with filthy ease, whispering the dirtiest things against my ear.

She nodded and her attention turned from me. Being a Master Vampire had its perks. Sometimes I forgot to enjoy them while being preoccupied with healing from the burns and running for my life. I had millions in various bank accounts and investments. All of us were filthy rich. However, money wasn't a motivation for aligning with the undead. Longevity was the real benefit.

Dedari thought his ears was burning with the little piece of information Rich had just rattled out. "What? You are already tired of hearing??? But that's not all. According to their filthy society which hunts the supernatural, he has vampire blood in him, the undead to be precise. I had hacked into their security systems to discover a confidential report which had told the story of a small human boy who had lost his memories after being abused by a vampire continuously…" Rich continued, gritting his teeth the next second when Dedari shouted at him to end the charade. "Didn't you hear me the first time?" Dedari asked Rich who just shrugged before dropping the tablet on the table, and slumping

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.