The Vamps Smut Novels & Stories

His walls clenched and fluttered around my shaft, sucking me in greedily as more slick gushed out around my cock, making everything obscenely wet. “Fuck… you’re so tight, baby,” I growled, voice rough with rut. “Taking my cock so well.” Once I bottomed out, my hips flush against his ass, I grabbed his bleeding palm and brought it to my mouth. I locked eyes with him as I licked the small wound slowly and then sucked his finger into my mouth, tasting the sweet-metallic flavor of his blood. The Vampire Syndrome effect hit me even harder — the rut flared violently, flooding my veins with pure primal need.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

So we can only work together instead of apart. Even though it felt like yesterday when I smelled the demonic blood of vampires... I forgot all about it's addictive call. My first time was with Lamia- the second was when I devoured Emmett alive. If I knew then what I know now... maybe things would be different. But, when we reached eye-sight of the open floor planned pack house.... I felt those intense cravings hit me like a slap to my face.

I just kept eating, and I didn't even give the varying temperatures in the room any thought at all. "Is he attracted to Samantha? He has been trying to contact her for some time now." Voices are coming from behind me. "Yes, but what's so awesome about that weirdo?" One said. Samatha? Oh, that young lady with the tornado eyes. Where exactly is she? What exactly do they mean when they say they know someone who likes her? Because I am nosy, I looked to the left and peered up. They are all focusing their attention on me. Do I have a speck of dirt on my nose? After looking to the left, I could figure out what they were discussing.

Then the four stinky vampires proceeded to sniff my body like perverts, I swallowed the bile in my throat and my vision rapidly blurred with tears as I resisted the urge to throw up every content of my stomach. As the four vampires continued their intrusive and repulsive actions, sniffing my body with an unsettling intensity, I struggled to suppress the bile rising in my throat. Tears blurred my vision, but I fought the urge to vomit and empty the contents of my stomach. A tear escaped my eye, tracing a path down my cheek, which Durcam, the one whose name I remembered, swiftly captured with his index finger and greedily placed it into his mouth. He moaned in satisfaction as he sucked on his

I didn’t want her to have to relive that by talking about it. “So, the vamps don’t jerk off to porn, then?” I said light heartedly. “That’s such a disgusting thought,” she giggled. “No, they don’t. They enjoy sex, but they don’t go all goo goo over it like it’s forbidden fruit and they’ve gotten one over on you by having it. They’re open and free about it.” “I don’t understand.” “They have sex, just to have sex. It isn’t necessarily about love,” she explained. “It’s about giving and getting pleasure that comes naturally with the act.”

I said with disgust "Oh shut it, be thankful that I'm not getting into details of how he trailed kisses down my neck an... " "Ok, now I'm heading to my room" I picked up my bag and headed for the grand stairs, the last thing I needed to hear was how my brother and best friend made love and decided they had planned to make pups. I got to my room and immediately stripped out of office wear and headed to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with hot water with a ray of scented products. The bath steamed with bubbles on top of the water. I slipped into the huge hot tub, I felt my body relaxing as I immediately slipped into the water. I closed my eyes and rested against the rim. I got out of the s

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

EPISODE 1 💮 I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am oft

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.