Vampire Cookie Crk Novels & Stories

It felt as if the fires of Hell was giving him stroking his cock. You have one more to remove. The Vampire... His eyes widened, "Vampire?" he panted, his head tilting back as he felt himself nearing his climax. The strongest of all Vampires. He has tricked her. "She's not out of harm's way yet." he moaned as he came, drenching his boxers. The warmth released him, letting him collapse to the floor. He panted, but the ache still remained. He wanted Willow. Needed her. He was desperate to claim her.

I sprang up, launching myself onto his back. I heard a loud crack. Looking up I saw Seb sticking a long sliver stake into the vamps body. Everyone froze just watching the scene. The vampire beneath Seb began to shake and black smoke filtered from his mouth before he burst into a million pieces of ash. Wow totally was expecting that. Now it’s three against two . . . Also wasn’t expecting the vampire whose back I was on to grab my head and flip me off of him. He slammed my back to the ground. He brought his massive fist down but luckily I rolled out of the way in time.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

Pox answered with a hint of boiling contempt. Ember then walked closer to the guy. “Actually, we want a—" "Vape..." Raverine replied to cut off Ember and glanced at her who is now glaring at him, "Chocolate flavor, the expensive one." The sleeveless guy smirked. “All right, meet me at the counter, folks.” Then he went inside the white curtain and left the three of them alone for a while.

It was almost like I felt her pleasure and mine combined together and the intensity was quadrupled. “Fuck…” I cursed, when after three thrusts, a blinding powerful rush engulfed my body making me go limp. “Not now.” I groaned just as I fell unconscious. ** When I came to once more, I was all alone on the couch. I sat up in self scorn. How could I have ignored the fact that all vamp mates always passed out after sex? I looked up to see a tall figure standing at the entrance. “Qyler,” I merely said in acknowledgment of his presence.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

Korin’s hand came out, as an offer to shake and I looked at it, before reluctantly putting mine out and shook it. The Vegas vampire Lord’s hand was clammy, like a wet fish and I had to stop myself from ripping it away, even more so, when he gripped it tighter, flipping it over and leaning forward. Korin’s lips brushed against the back of my hand, and I swear I felt the tip of his tongue skip across my knuckles.

"Come in." Uncle Harley put his arm around me and kept smiling at me. I still can't stop thinking about whether I should be happy or sad to see the reality. My heart is turbulent, I also want to tell my uncle if I'm the same as him, but I don't know. I'm still confused and in shock. "Please sit down, I will make snacks for you," said Martin warmly. "Thanks honey." Uncle Harley responded by placing a warm kiss on Martin's lips. Jeez, this is real. I saw a gay vampire making out with his partner.

She smiled and looked at me meaningfully. Madam Coco’s eyes didn’t leave mine, waiting for my response. After turning different options around in my head, none that I knew Madam Coco would ever agree to, I forced myself to reply politely although she didn’t deserve the courtesy. “Thank you for the offer, Madam Coco, but I will be out of my room before next weekend.” She nodded and turned her attention to something on her desk. I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?”

I leaned down and licked the precum off first. “Oh fuck, you can do better" he groaned, his voice both a mixture of pleasure and strain. I was getting him good and it gave me even more motivation. I leaned down again and pulled his dick into my mouth, he stretched me so far that I thought my mouth would split into two. His precum tasted like ice cream in my mouth and I couldn't wait until he came inside it. The deeper I went, the louder his groan became. His huge dick fucked into my throat, hitting me hard at the back of it.