Vampire Body Fantasy Novels & Stories

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

He felt Allen stiffen against him before the woman body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through her mind and body, twisting her to Adom desires. And then the Vampire Prince felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Jonathan ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm muscle, before pulling the other woman in enough to take her lips with his own.

He frowned as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Blood…blood…blood!” his own mind was whispering to him, he tried to stop the whisperer but it lived inside his brain, it wouldn’t go away. His body wanted more human blood, he couldn’t understand, he never craved for human’s blood before but the moment he tasted it, his body started begging for it, he even wanted to devour their organs until no flesh and blood would remain. “What should I do now?” he whispered. Another week has passed. Blake couldn’t stop his body’s desire.

Phoebe shivered under her breath: “Open…open…. aaaaaaaa……” Phoebe's reason was fighting with the Vampire instincts in her, her whole body was shaking, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open gasping to reveal sharp fangs, and her nails were already growing uncontrollably. In addition, her hair color is also gradually changing to white, only her eyes are wearing contact lenses. Now Phoebe is no different from a Vampire, but the difference is that she still has the reason to suppress her lust for human blood. She hid in the corner of the room and bit her arm hard to remind herself to stay awake. One bite wasn't enough to bring her back to her senses, so Phoebe was like a tooth-itchy b

around her, and the fixed image of a handsome man, whether imaginary or not, and the scent of blood and sex. With the pain that followed without the incisions, still lying in his room, inside the mansion, on top of the tossed covers, amid their synchronous movements of their bodies, joined in constant and erratic beats, sounds of slapping skin against skin, moans, gasps, and gasps, he was looking at the night sky as the vampire lunged in and out. 86

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

My body just felt so light there, everything seeming perfect there. The bushes shook again, then a man walked out from the hundreds that were surrounding us. My eyes went even wider because the man, for crying out loud, was naked. He was not really naked but he only had shorts and his body was just molded by muscles. Half naked vampires were good, they were boney and pale, nothing sexy about that, but these wolves, hot damn. I found my face turning red but I knew Dante would kill me so I stared away from the man. He was the first werewolf I would come close to and I did want to see even his human body but if Dante stared at a half naked woman as sexy as that, be sure I would gawk his eyes ou

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

With her eyes close, she distinguished them by the touch of their hands, the feel of their bodies, and the style of their kiss. Her body heated. Her arousal spiraled, and she panted. Dream or not, she wanted them, wanted them both. And here, where nothing was truly real, she could do it. Have her vampire lover and the werewolf, too, with no one the wiser. She moaned her assent, and their hands tore at her garments, touching her bare skin andÉ She woke suddenly, her skin damp with a sheen of perspiration, the towel lost and the sheets twisted around her bare limbs.

After a blood-curdling cry, the vampires descended upon Zephyr. The floor immediately cracked as the ice sheet that covered the surface gave birth to a web of cracks and scars. The speed of the vampires was incredible. Zephyr did not cower at this at all, he still maintained a divine air about him. He went forward to greet them, making out their features more closely. Their bodies were blue from head to toe and emitted a chilly aura, almost looking like ice sculptures. Nonetheless, it was a frightening sight for him.