Vampire Mouth Novels & Stories

He asked, pushing back my shoulder, so I could look at him. “I don’t know. I’m just not ready yet. Like, it’s a kind of daunting task to me. I don’t even know how to extract my teeth yet.” I explained, with large eyes. “When it’s time for your first drink, your teeth will naturally protract, and you will drink even better than you think you can. Blood is very sweet for vampires, and I tell you, you will enjoy it.” He tried convincing me, as he threw rocks onto the ground.

Vampyre spread his arms and growled at the moon in the sky. Moonlight started cascading from the sky. All of the moonlight was eventually inhaled into Vampyre’s body. The next second everyone knew, his eyes became so red that they were glowing. When he opened his mouth, he revealed a pair of beast-like fangs. He let out a roar and rushed to the center of the group at breakneck speed, biting one of them on the neck. The man’s neck was pierced through as a result. A large amount of blood gushed from his neck, in which Vampyre sucked greedily into his mouth. That man was sucked dry and collapsed to the ground shortly after.

The vampire stands on the edge of the thirteenth floor, the spotlight below illuminating the contours, the shadows playing dynamically at the slightest movement. Dark hair in small strands descends just below the eyebrows. At the back of the head, slightly elongated. A sharp chin with powerful, well-defined cheekbones. Slightly sunken cheeks. The jaw muscles play under the skin, which is riddled with vertical depressions that sometimes appear on the face of a vampire. Pale, with small streaks, the skin around the eyes is much darker, gently changing tone, going down. Symmetrical eyebrows, at the base of the nose, form two vertical skin folds. The thin line of the lips is raised in a broken a

With his fingers clutching her face, he forced her mouth open. She caught his hand with her free hand, trying to get it off her face, moaning as she gazed into his blazing eyes that showed nothing but blistering ire. He moved closer to her face and smelled her mouth. Through her mouth, he could smell deeply into her bloodstream. It was difficult for his vampire side to easily determine the presence of medicine in the faerie’s blood without tasting her blood, so he smelled through her mouth. There was no scent of mango he smelled, which meant she didn't take the pills. Whether the pills reeked of something, Kayla did not know because she hadn't smelled the liquid in the gelatin capsule.

The princess was so enthralled by the prospect of learning all there was to know about vampires that she was unable to keep her attention and patience for the remainder of the next day. She was completely oblivious to the passage of time as she continued to read the book. 'As I stated earlier, if a vampire bites by only its upper fangs, he/she can drink blood without killing the victim, the vampire needs only to squeeze its fangs to completely kill the victim. Biting by the lower fangs can convey diseases to the victim which may be vampirism virus.'

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

"Oh, fuck yeah." She pulled back and ran her tongue down the side of my shaft, and then up again, swirling her tongue around the head, then sank her mouth down over it, as I laced my fingers in her hair on the back of her head. Soon, she found a rhythm, moving up and down the shaft, sucking and licking as she wrapped her other hand around the base, fucking me with her mouth as she jacked me off at the base with her hand. Soon, I pulled back, unable to take any more, letting my come explode onto her voluptuous tits as I held onto the wall to steady myself, even though I was a vampire and could balance myself on a thin wire.

The professor ambled back to the lectern. “Vampires are thought to be models of physical perfection,” he said to the class. “Fast, strong, handsome or beautiful. And by and large, much of that seems to be true. But there are stories that every now and then, something goes awry in the transmission process when a victim is bitten. The result of such an occurrence is a flawed creature, without the powers of a true vampire. Vampires have a name for such a creature—grafhym. The chief marker for a grafhym, it is said, is one fang instead of two.”

My moans were embarrassingly loud now as he caressed the swollen numb that ached with a sensual need and then before released his fangs licking at my neck before pulling away. Hazy lust glazed silver orbs looked at me as my mouth twisted in pleasure, his lips were red with my blood and he licked across it before swooping down to capture my bottom lip in his mouth, he sucked it in and pierced it with his fang breaking the skin and I could feel the blood trickle as he pulled away, does this count as kissing? Is this how vamps kiss? The "Orian..." I moaned clutching my free hand to his neck, "please."

The one taking her ass leaned down and latched onto her shoulder, holding her there with his fangs. The vampire woman swallowed as blood and cum dripped down her lips. Her mouth was open in an 'O' as she was taken by the other. Evidently, she'd bitten her lip, because it was bleeding. The male vampire who received from her knelt down and took her lips into his, not missing the opportunity to lap at her blood as she was fucked by another.