The Virgin Vampire Only Drinks Milk Novels & Stories

And finally how to break the fast. "You have to drink your mate's blood." "What? Why? How does it concern your mate's?." I asked my self as I kept on reading. "If you drink too much due to it's sweet taste, he or she will die. If you are able to control yourself, both of you will survive. "Men vampires are weird, disgusting blood sucking things." I said as I closed the book and climbed to return it.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

“Do you think that it’s the milk keeping me with you?” “Amy told me how most vampires consider it a delicacy,” I admitted. “As do many humans,” he added. He pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. Turning to look at me, he cupped my cheek in his broad palm and said, “In the beginning, it was just about having sex with a hot body. And, yes, I was overjoyed to discover that there was breast milk as an added bonus. But, that was in the beginning. Now, it’s you that I stay for, not the sex or the milk. I’ve told you more than once that I love you.”

He replied and she smiled. “So, I won. What is in it for me?” “Nothing.” She replied and gulped her smoothie, she emptied the bottle and picked Hayden’s own. “Can I have yours?” She asked and he nodded. “Aren't you hungry?” She asked and he shook his head in response. “But you haven't eaten all day and during breakfast, you didn't eat, you just drank a cup of coffee.” “Vampires don't eat, all we drink is blood.”

“I know that Baskin said that it was planned by Sybil for the vampires to treat her so cruelly, but believe me, she’s not enjoying one second of it.” “What are they doing? Draining her of her blood, I hope.” “They feed on her daily, yes, but not just her blood. Sybil put a spell on her to make her breasts produce milk. Vampires not only find this magic milk delicious, but it is filled with life sustaining nutrients. Between the milk, her blood, and their sexual use of her body, they grow stronger every day. This is not a good thing.” “I can’t believe Louella is staying put for that. She’s a clever girl. She should have found a way out by now.”

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

I couldn't believe we could be caught out that fast. "But the alcohol you drank at our place,"Solomon recalled. "No vampire can drink or take food." Silas chuckled slowly. "Other vampires cannot eat or drink. But as I said, I was made the same way you were. I could not eat, but I could drink alcohol and other drinks. That explains how I drank the coffee at my place", he explained. Solomon sighed. He knew what was coming next, and so was I. "So you are going to kill us now?"he asked.

Kira says. “You can say that again! I love their food it’s all I could think about when I was home. Mom and Dad say they’re too expensive to hire,” says William. Once the food is set, everyone starts filling their plates. I pile my plate with everything within reach because it all looks so mouth-watering. I’m about to dig in when I notice Sara munching on some steak. “I thought vampires only drank blood.” “Well, that’s what humans think. We eat and drink just like anyone else. We drink blood because our bodies can’t produce enough of it, plus blood is tasty and gives us strength.”

His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as she watched him, they changed color to a light green. Caitlin sat up straighter, and saw that her glass of red wine was still full. She took a sip, and it warmed her. She hadn’t eaten in a while, and went right to her head. She saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and she remembered her manners. “Can I pour you some?” she asked, then added, nervously, “that is, I mean, I don’t know if you drink—” He laughed. “Yes, vampires drink wine, too,” he said with a smile, and came over and held the glass while she poured.

her soft tiny gasps mingling with my growls. She unravels softly, a gentle wave leaving her trembling. I hold her through it, buried still within her, kissing until sleep claims her again. The next time differs. I do not wake her fully. I let my instincts guidel, my pureblood precision sensing every dream-flicker. I bite, deliberate. Controlled. Fangs pierce just so, her blood rushing rich, intoxicating, surpassing any vein in my existence. I drink reverently, savoring its metallic warmth, her life pulsing human and pure.