The Vamps Smut Novels & Stories

They were on another coven’s territory after all. Looking around for any sort of dung or something to cover up their scent. Luckily, she found some mud from the recent rainfall. “Over there,” Sam pointed. “We could use the mud to disguise our scent.” Sam carefully went first, aware that she was on their territory. If they were caught her chances of becoming a vampire were done for. Sam reached the mud and the stench hit her and realized it wasn’t mud but dung mixed with the recent rainfall and mud. ‘Well here goes nothing,’ she fought back the bile rising in her throat. Sam thought as she rolled in the mixed pile of rainfall, mud, and dung.

When we are close, or in the same space, we have to have contact, or it just feels wrong. “It’s not my fault. My mate has me stuck in eternal haze and I think I’m broken… or else, it’s the vampy in you, all seductive and dazzling with your special gifts and you make me want to hump you five times a day.” “Hmmm” I respond drily. He makes this Vamp joke often enough. In the grimoires in the halls under the homestead we found a whole lot about vampires dazzling humans with a need to have sex with them. While under their spell the vamps could feed not only their urge for blood without humans resisting, but their sensual natures ad their craving to screw everyone. Vampires are apparently as horny

She didn’t look afraid; she looked ecstatic, likely believing the double-entendre promised a night of depraved pleasure. Watching them, the way they loomed over her, possessing her space… a strange, dark heat coiled in my belly. I couldn't help but wonder if the brothers shared their kills like they shared their bedmates. An intrusive, traitorous thought flashed through my mind; What would it be like to be trapped between them? To be ravaged by creatures that didn't know the meaning of fatigue? Vamps were notorious for their stamina. The sudden wet heat that pooled between my legs was mortifying. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to suffocate the dizzying arousal washing over me.

I took the hits, trusting him as Marc’s laugh echoed, and the vamps kept pressing, testing our defenses. Smoke clawed my lungs, screams drowned the night as vamps surged, dozens now. Jake downed Karl, brown fur pooling red. Ellie dragged Tomas free, but Paul pinned her. Amanda ripped into another vamp, her red fur a blur. Marc slipped my jaws, cackling. “She’ll crawl back to me soon, begging for forgiveness!” I roared back, but the numbers crushed us, red eyes everywhere, fangs glinting. “Retreat!” I howled, black fur burning with hate.

her ordered. Shamira's head was spinning, but she did as she was asked. Vampires didn't have a problem hanging upside down; she was just really aroused. She sucked on his fingers, trying to be seductive but mostly just thirsty. He removed his finger and flicked her clit again, racking her with a brief sharp pain and a deep seated ecstasy.

If this fight wouldn’t end, I would pass out from the nauseating smell alone. The manic smile on the vamp’s lips began to give way to childish irritation. “Just give in, already,” he snarled. “I want you. I want you so much.” He began to pant. “You’re so warm. Your heat is like a fire burning me up. It makes me feel like I’m alive again.”

The Vampire King looked like an adorable kid who was defending his guilty pleasures or like a thirteen years old lad who had gotten caught watching porn by his parents. What was wrong with his man? At this point, she was tempted to start making a list of the Vampire's guilty pleasures. Cupcakes. . . Tampons. . . Esmeray had a strong feeling that there was more to come. Walking away from Vladimir's proximity, sitting on the edge of the bed Esmeray massaged her temple. She can already feel an upcoming headache. "But you are a blood drinker. You are not supposed to have a sweet tooth."

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

"Now fuck them, Damon. Use these big tits like you’ve been dreaming about." I thrust up experimentally, my cock sliding through the velvety valley of her breasts, the friction hot and slick, seeing my shaft disappearing and re emerging between those perfect globes was enough to make my balls ache. Vanessa leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lap at the head on every upward stroke, swirling around the slit to taste me, her eyes locked on mine with filthy promise.