Vampire Drinking Blood From Neck Novels & Stories

Sasha nodded. "Got it," She said and took a deep breath to relax herself when Ragnar buried her face in her neck. She continued to relax herself when she felt his fangs caressing her skin and the next moment a scream tore through her lips. Her nails dug into his biceps, eyes shut close in pain as he bit her. Drinking blood, Killing someone by drinking their blood or turning someone into a vampire could all be done by a bite, depending on which pulse you took. "Ahh!" She continued to groan in pain. His hands massaging her thighs to keep her in place as well as to keep her relaxed.

"I can tell you haven't been around a famished Vampire before or a Vampire that drinks directly from the source." "I'm intrigued, scare me," I said. "Maybe another time. You wouldn't want to see my hunger driven face." I could hear the seriousness in his tone. I decided to take another angle at the conversation. "So what did you mean about Vampires drinking from the source?" "We're forbidden to drink directly from humans or anything else while enrolled. Drinking from someone's neck is addicting. Most of us have never done it. That's why I'm not thinking about blood right now but if I'd done it before. I would really have an unquenchable thirst. Even if I had some blood before."

I licked my lips impatiently again and nodded my head. Without uttering another word, he cupped the back of my neck and pulled my face towards his neck. I placed my mouth on his pulse and drank his blood. I had never drank any human's or creature's blood before. I never felt the need to drink anyone's blood. It was the very first time I was thirsty. And I was shocked how delicious his blood was.

I wait for him to open his mouth to understand how far he is from me. “You... sack of fleas, are bound to a wall that has lasted for five centuries, you are chained with long chains made of silver and moreover you cannot use your trick with your eyes with a nice blindfold.” Finally, he said and I feel his breath on my neck and with one finger I go down to my chest to take some blood for that corpse vampire. “I don’t know why but your blood is really the most precious... it’s so… divine.” “Why don’t you take more since you like it so much.... you can even drink it directly from my neck... I’m bound up and blindfolded anyway, right?”

“It would feel weird to drink from someone who isn’t my mate…” “Try it,” Heath suggested knowing that once Cameron had overcome his hesitancy, the packaged blood would lose its appeal. “Take it from the wrist if getting too close to them feels weird. Talen says that’s how it’s done traditionally to blood slaves – it is considered politer. But I find the throat is more satisfying. Here,” he took Cameron by the hips and steered him to stand behind the couch. He took the Van Helsing in the middle by the hair, pulling his head back and to the side. “This angle is less personal.”

Blake managed to land two more hits before the vampire grabbed Blake's head, pressing into the ground then leaning forward and sinking his fangs into Blake's neck. Blake screamed, swinging both fists, hitting him as hard as he could while screaming as loud as he could. The painful burning sensation coursed his body, as the vampire drank from Blake to kill. This caused pain to flow through Blake's body instead of pleasure. It made it feel like acid was flowing through Blake's veins. Blake gripped the vampire, pushing back against him as hard as he could while screaming, but it did no good. The vampire was too strong and he was becoming weaker at an alarming rate.

I don’t even know if I should be here. I inch closer to him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve. He doesn’t shake me off, doesn’t tell me I’m slowing him down. He just watches, waiting for the right moment. Then he moves. Fast. Lethal. Precise. The first vampire doesn’t even see him coming before he takes it down with a clean, swift motion, snapping its neck then pulling it's head out of it body. One effective way to kill a vampire... decapitation.

“You’re nothing but trouble, sneaking in here when I didn’t give you permission.” “I know.” “I came here to get away from you. Figured you wouldn’t come looking.” “I know.” “Do you know why I’m hiding from you, Ria?” He pushed my hair to one side, leaning over until his lips hovered right above my neck. His breath along my flesh sent shivers down my spine, my back arching and grinding against his hardened length beneath me. “When vampires drink, it elicits arousal,” he muttered lowly. I gasped when his teeth scraped against my throat, right over the artery. “We prefer to drink while we fuck, and the scent of your blood…”

I nodded a little as I started to calm down slightly. "Mhm," I hummed, sniffling. Lyle.... I found myself leaning in towards his neck and I bit down before I knew what I was doing, starting to drink from him. He stopped walking and suddenly I felt him lean up against a wall, exposing his neck better for me. I moaned from the taste and gently took my fangs out, drinking his blood without my fangs being embedded in him. I gripped his shirt a little tighter, loving every single drop I got as it calmed and soothed me.

A big-tittied blonde rubbed herself against him. He pushed her away and took another small sip from his cup. The bartender's blood was exactly how he thought it would. Exciting. Spicy. Delicious. It made his cock throb, one of the girls by his side noticed his large cock and she giggled, rubbing it gently, and he let her please herself. Another sire vampire by his side was drinking directly from the neck of a man. It was disgusting, Vladimir scoffed. The way his race had evolved and become nothing more than savage animals. Biting and drinking blood like they were always starving.