Steven Universe Vore Novels & Stories

“What pain? Do you know how many people would kill for my facial treatment? Maybe I'd better take my loving hands to some other guy who would appreciate it.” “I’d love to see another guy try to touch you.” Steven said “I’ll be the one doing the touching, Mister.” “Same thing.” “And what are you going to do about it?” “Let's just say, he’s not likely to have a face when I'm done with him.” “Ewwww. Steven. I abhor violence.” She said,

“Wha-what do you mean by that?” “Do you not realize why Steven treats you differently than other couples? He harbors hatred towards you, which overrides any love he may have for you. This is because he associates your existence with the death of his parents, as you were connected to Mateo. Steven has a vendetta against both you and Mateo, and he is determined to make you both pay for his loss. In his mind, this is the only way he can exact his revenge.”

He gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven , sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Sebestian stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Allen started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking B-Class, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.

**Elizabeth's POV** * Steven immediately apologized, "Sorry, that's not what I meant." "Hurry up! Don't waste time!" "Yes, Alpha!" Steven immediately opened a cage to grab a hare. Since he had to control the venom, Steven couldn't just let his wolf take over his body. So he could only keep his human form to bite the hare's leg. The hare was frightened and frantically stamped its hind legs backward. Steven tried his best to dodge, but the hare's claws cut the corner of his mouth.

Gwen lifted my shirt and moved my bra out of the way before sucking one of my nipples while playing with the other, while steven continued to suck on my neck. Stephen was devouring my pussy, and I had to place my hands over my mouth to stop the moans from coming out. Steven began to kiss my lips, and my cries began to go into his mouth. I couldn't help but move my hips as Stephen"s finger went inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars.

“You’re the prey tonight.” Steven smirked. “Five against one? That’s not even a challenge.” The men raised their weapons, aiming at him. “You won’t be laughing for long,” one of them sneered. Steven’s eyes glowed with an icy blue light, and a chilling grin spread across his face. “I’ll make you regret those words. Let’s dance.” Then he turned to me, his expression fierce. “Run, Luna. Now.” I didn’t wait for another warning. I turned and ran, the sound of his laughter echoing behind me.

David greeted and Steven smirked. "Hey, you too! Took you long enough." Steven spoke out loud, unbeknownst to him, and his mother and David's, Alice, and the Doctor jumped back. All eyes are on Steven as he converses with a being they couldn't see. Steven looked happy as they watched him. His mother was crying, everyone was crying. They all wondered if he was running mad. "That was a nice joke you played on me, what were you thinking about writing me a sad letter like that." Steven watched as a sad line crossed David's face. He didn't like that. "What's wrong?" Steven asked reaching his hand up to have them rest in David's hair.

knew that. "Which one?" Ran asked. Simione came forward and pointed to the image of a man with olive-colored skin and straight dark hair. He stood still while others sat or milled around, impatient for their disputes to be heard. This human didn't seem the least bit afraid of being the only "food" in a roomful of unknown vampires. The other members of my inner circle crowded in to get sight of the image on the monitor. Ran stroked his chin. "I don't recognize him."

Later that afternoon, Antonia found a quiet, isolated alcove in the university library to review her notes. The vast room was silent, filled only with the faint scent of old paper and the soft rustle of pages. But the peaceful atmosphere shattered when a tall shadow fell across her desk. She looked up to find Tristan standing over her. He didn’t have his usual bright, approachable smile anymore. Instead, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes carried an aggressive, frustrated intensity as he leaned over her table, cornering her against the bookshelf.

He paused, and I heard the tone of his voice shift to address Marcus “You may go. Thank you.” “Good night, sir. Miss. Lomie.” I heard Marcus's footsteps recede, and the front door close. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I dated Steven for six months. He was really great.” “Steven Dexter is a vile, vulgar, abusive animal with disgusting predilections.” His voice was thick with contempt. “Wh—what do you mean?” “He is a predator, and the worst kind of abuser. He hides his true self well, hides it until he’s sure his prey is too deeply ensnared and too weak to get away.”