Vampire Bite Piercing Novels & Stories

he questioned. "You really can't deceive me into believing you need my permission to fuck me." "Oh, but I do," he said, kissing me again, and this time I felt my lips moving against his. "That bite..." "It was pleasurable?." "How did you know?" "A vampire's bite could either be painful or pleasureable, depending on the vampire. You liked it?" He asked, watching me. With his lean built, white hair, and perfectly carved features he looked every bit the assasin in his all-black outfit. I couldn't help the blush creeping to my cheeks at his question; I wanted to hide it, and I hope I did.

I whispered, my voice trembling like my soul already knew the answer. He didn’t reply with words. His eyes, wild and aching, met mine. He leaned in, kissed me softly… then bit. Slow and deliberate, his fangs pierced the base of my neck, and I gasped as the heat of his Vampiric Essence surged into me—claiming, sealing, binding. “MINE,” he growled, possessive and primal, licking over the bruise he’d created. His kisses turned frantic, as if trying to bury himself deeper inside my skin.

Never enough sleep when the dreams— That nightmare. My heart pounds against my ribs like a caged thing trying to break free, each beat echoing in my ears, my throat, my fingertips. I press my fingers harder against the bite on my lip, using the sting to ground myself. To stop the room from tilting. The wound tingles already, vampire healing working to close what I've done to myself, but the taste lingers on my tongue. Blood. Mine. Only mine. Not his. Something washes over me in relief for that.

I pulled his head to the side and let my canines out. “Please.. make me yours..” he moaned. Chills ran up my spine as my gums tingled.. but this time I didn’t ignore it. I pierced his neck and his blood filled my mouth. “Fuck.. fuck, Violette.. I’m cumming.” He growled. I moaned against his neck as I came as well. He grabbed my hips and moved them quickly as he filled me up. After a moment I pulled my canines out and licked the wound, sealing his mark.

The woman’s voice grew louder as she sang in a foreign language unknown to my ears. Then, I felt his sharp, pointed fangs graze the spot above my jugular vein. My body tensed up as my heart started to pound loudly in my ears. Fear was the only sensation I felt. He had never bit me on my neck before. Samael had only ever fed from my wrist to drink my blood. I didn’t know what it would feel like, and I was terrified to find out. What if it really hurt? What if he isn’t able to stop and drains every drop of blood from my body? The jugular vein was one of the most dangerous and intimate veins for vampires to bite on their victims. Why was he changing his habits?

Nik moved to her neck. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moaned in pain. Instead of kisses, Nik was giving her a trail of sharp bites. At the same time, he was pinching the wet nipples hard over her T-shirt. It was kind of alluring but painful. "When did you become a vampire?" She spoke, holding her breath. Nik didn't reply but harshly removed her tee and bra and began biting her nipples hard.

he rasped, his voice dropping even lower, "we're going to make this official." Before I could process his words, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my neck, right over my scent gland. He bit me. His teeth sank into my flesh, a white-hot agony that stole my breath. A scream tore from my throat, but it was quickly cut off as a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure washed over me. His saliva, an alpha's venom, entered my bloodstream, a potent chemical cocktail that was rewriting my biology from the inside out. The pain melted into a blissful, all-consuming euphoria. The claiming bite. It was permanent. It was undeniable. I was his.

His canines pierced the gland. A piercing after waiting too long. The canines punctured the epidermis. They passed through the thin layer of fascia covering the gland surface. They drove into the gland's core. Cedarwood and gunpowder poured in through the bite. Her spine arched. A deep, deep arc formed between her lumbar spine and shoulder blades.

"Please, come back to me." I opened my mouth over his hand and bit into the inside of his wrist. There was no blood. I injected vemon into it then ran my tongue over the bite mark to seal it. Took his other hand bit into it, doing the same thing I had done to the first. I lifted myself over his limp body to reach his neck. The place where his pulse had beat excited as he thrust inside me a few moments ago no longer pulsed. The skin was still. I leaned down and bit into the flesh, injecting a large amount of venom into the empty artery. I took his hand again and bit the side of his elbow, repeating the action on his other hand.

“I gave you what you asked for! I agreed to your stupid deal! What more do you want?” He shifted, his weight easing slightly, but he didn’t let me up. His hand moved to my neck, his fingers brushing the spot where he’d bitten me last night, and I flinched, the memory of that sharp, searing pleasure-pain flashing through me. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “Last night, when I bit you, I marked you. You carry my scent now, Chase. Every vampire in this town will know you’re mine. That’s my claim on you, no vampire can even think of coming close to you again.”