Smallville Thirst Novels & Stories

"Drink, Aiden. Just a little." I managed to take a few sips, the warmth of the broth soothing my dry throat. It was a small comfort, but it helped. But all on my mind right now… Was revenge!!!!!!

“I wish I could just drink from you. Your blood makes me feel so fucking good, but the thirst… it just doesn’t go away.” She gulps audibly, and I know how dry her throat must feel, even after drinking her fill from me. She almost drained Inez, she drained at least two dozen prisoners, and she’s still thirsty. I’m going to have to get her used to drinking the blood we have stored in the kitchens, but for now I want her to get it fresh from the source. The way we are supposed to feed.

Sable moaned around Thorn’s cock, feeling the warmth overflow, trickling down her thighs. The others took turns, pissing in her pussy or ass mid-fuck, turning her into a dripping mess. Thorn was next, flipping her onto her back and eating her out again. His tongue delved deep, lapping up the piss and cum mixture, sucking her clit until she squirted straight into his mouth. He swallowed, grinning. “Tastes like revenge.”

Throat raw and parched from crying, I trudge down the stairs for a glass of water. I’m not surprised to see the clubhouse still up and about, except that it’s only a handful of people. “Wren!” Lizzy waves me over from the bar, and I’m truly grateful to see her. “Hey,” I croak, throat hurting. “Can I get some water please?” “Of course.” She smiles, rolling a bottle of water to me. I gulp it down, enjoying the coolness that soothes my throat. “Thank you.” She winks, wiping down the counters.

Giggles and exciting whispers floated around making me suspicious for a second especially when I felt a different kind of heat swelling in my belly. “Bring the feast now and let us enjoy and be fertile all year ‘round!” They rejoiced and the celebration began while I kept on fidgeting in the corner wondering why I’m beginning to feel extra thirsty. “Water,” I commanded and Genevieve hurriedly gave me one. “More water!” I ordered and she ran back to fetch one again. But even when I filled my stomach with tons of water, I’m still sweating heavily realizing that this is already a different kind of thirst.

Or at least hoped we would. We rarely kill people, which he didn’t know. He clearly has no idea about us at all. “Can I have some water?” She smiles at me, and I squint at her. Water? “You want water?” Of all the things she could ask for right now, she asks for water. “I drank a fucking lot before you guys took me. It’s wearing off, my throat is dry, and I’m sobering up to this fucked up reality, so yes, water,” her words are louder, and I move to unfasten her.

I’m not sleeping anywhere except next to her, and we both know it. “Not really,” she murmurs, voice rough, “but I’m really thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper.” I slip on some undies and turn around. Her hand curls around her neck as if she’s trying to coax moisture back into existence, eyes drifting — unapologetically — over my chest. And suddenly I’m thinking the thirst isn’t only from the drugs. She’s affected. Almost as much as I am. That thought makes me smile. “Can we watch Dexter?” she asks.

ELARA "No, I'm okay," I replied, even though my parched throat was screaming the exact opposite. Shawn didn't argue. As though he'd seen straight through the lie, he reached for the flask of water on the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into a glass. The soft rush of water alone made my mouth ache with thirst. "Here." "Thank you," I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the cool glass. I lifted it to my lips and drained every last drop in one desperate gulp, not realizing just how thirsty I had been until the water was gone.

Her stomach kicked into high gear and she reached to tear off another piece. "This is pretty good," Sophia murmured while she ate. "You must also drink," Eli's powerful voice resounded. "You have lost fluids from being in this cave so replenish yourself." Sophia finished her meal and moved over to the water's edge. She didn't want to drink gross warm water. Timid fingers reached up and moved through the cascading water. She smiled at the cool feel that inched from her palm to her wrist. Sophia cupped her hands, held them out, letting them fill with water and moving it to her lips, relishing the soothing liquid moving down her parched throat. She didn't realize the intensity of her thirst unt

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc