Thirsty Novels & Stories

I make no move to acknowledge him or his offerings. Even when he speaks to me, I stand resolute and stubborn. “Are you hungry?” I hear what sounds like a metal tray being placed on the ground. “At the very least, you have got to be thirsty. I brought a couple of bottles of water.” Water sounds amazing, just the thought of it making my mouth salivate. I am so thirsty that my tongue feels like it is sticking to the roof of my mouth and my throat feels like sandpaper when I swallow. My head is stuffy and aching both from the dank dampness of my surroundings and from all the crying that I have done. I know that drinking that water w

These brothers will be the death of her. __________________________________________ (Song) “What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you…….”

He met Damionand started to talk to him. “Don’t tell her that I covered her.”, Alex demanded and walked away in the opposite direction. “No problem sir.” “Oh…and is there any word of the wine that we are looking for?”, he asked as he stopped in his tracks. “About that…the Queen Mary The Third did have a child, that the late Mr. Griffin was looking for…so, therefore, she did have a bloodline, if we could track the bloodline down, we can find the wine. This blood-or wine…is well-known to quench all vampires' thirst for life. She was blessed with a gift, blood that was enchanting. Therefore, she always carried a unique scent that made her smell lovely and enticing, only a few could pick up this

My throat burns with thirst, a hunger that threatens to consume me whole. Oh my good goddess, I literally don't have control over this right now. I struggle, trying to remember the lessons my dad taught me about battling the cravings in situations when it looks like there is no control. His voice echoes in my mind, distant and fading beneath the roar of blood in my ears. "Fight it," I whisper to myself. "Control it." But good goddess, this is far beyond my ability and way beyond my power. The dual sensations of pleasure and thirst intertwine until I can no longer distinguish between them, both equally demanding and overwhelming.

I’vе never bееn so ѕоrе. Mу hеаd іѕ роundіng. I’m thirsty and mу thrоаt іѕ raw from screaming. I’vе gіvеn that uр nоw. Nо one can hеаr me anyway. Thіѕ рlасе juѕt echoes.

Insatiable. Nicholas’ throat bobbed once, as he watched her from across the room. His gaze trailed to the tall, narrow window, where he looked at the large, imposing moon. It shone brightly, painted a deep red. His skin felt hot, his throat dry. He could feel the thirst, too. That need to sink his fangs into tender, warm flesh. To feel the blood coat his tongue, fill his mouth. But it was still one certain, lush neck he yearned to nuzzle into, to kiss. To lick. One certain life-giving elixir he was yearning to taste again. Diana’s.

"It struggles. It seeks nourishment. Does it not feel... thirsty?" Thirsty. The word resonated. I imagined a tiny, parched root. My own throat suddenly felt dry. I pictured water flowing, clear and cool, seeping into the soil, being drawn up by the plant's veins. I focused all my intent, not on doing something, but on feeling it.

"You must be thirsty." "I'd rather die of thirst than take anything from you," she hisses, but I can see the lie in her eyes. She needs water. The silver is not causing injuries on her, but it is smoking - it is hurting her, causing her body to dehydrate without physical effect. She is desperate for water, no matter who brings it.

The silence enveloped me like a heavy blanket, broken only by the soft shuffle of my own footsteps echoing through the empty house. I retrieved a chilled water bottle from the fridge and poured its icy contents into a glass. Cold water has always been my preference, there's something about its crispness that quenches my thirst like nothing else. As the first sip trickled down my throat, followed by another, I couldn't resist the urge to gulp down the entire glass in one go. The icy cascade provided instant relief to the discomfort lingering in my parched throat.

I almost can’t stand it. “Be patient, princess,” Thirst Trap whispers against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My muscles start to flutter like it does when my orgasm is approaching. He suddenly stops rubbing me, and I almost cry at the loss of friction. God, I’m going to kill this guy in a minute. How dare he! The buildup fades before I can catch it, but my wetness pools more than ever. I could really use a cock in me right now.