Vampire Servant Novels & Stories

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

Cakes and pastries, but fruits and vegetables too, and some cuts of meat, complete with a set of cutlery for easy eating. Or stabbing. “This is for me?” I asked, coming closer. The servant looked at me sharply, and I could see she was a lower-class vampire who hated me. “The King wants you fed,” the servant said. “I’d be just as happy to let you starve.” For all of this to be ready this fast, he must have planned for my arrival. How long had he planned this? I resisted asking the servant, knowing she wouldn’t tell me the truth. “Thank you,” I said.

Some were so old they could have been from when she was nothing more than a child. "You're a blood servant," Derek murmured. "A blood slave. Since I was born," Jade Jamal revealed, her voice choked with emotion. She looked like she wanted to cry. I swallowed hard, imagining how much she must have suffered at the hands of such a savage vampire. Jade seemed like such a delicate creature.

I commanded. "Yes, your highness," the servant said, bowing deeply, exposing her breasts. She was a pretty little thing. Blonde hair, blue eyes, with a big bust. I felt my cock twitch as I stared at her breast. I almost thought of persuading her to come to my room along with the slave, but as I felt my fangs against my tongue, I quickly changed my mind. I didn't want to report to the council about one of the servants dying. I was in an extreme mood after my meeting, and I knew I wouldn't be gentle if I fucked the servant. A halfbreed like herself, half-human, half-vampire, wouldn't be able to take such a brutal fucking. I walked past her down the great hall and into my chambers. I began to p

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

I was surprised that King Sergei would let others abuse people in such a way. “Would you want a glass of water?” A frail female vampire asked. “Yes, please, you can point the way, and I can't help myself,” I said, and she looked at me as if I had explained rocket science. “Sire, I am here to serve… that is my punishment,” she said, lowering her gaze. “Punishment? Isn't this a job?” I asked, and she shook her head. “No, all the servants are here to serve time,” she said, and I took a deep breath. What could this girl have possibly done to grant her time of servitude?

said Kiara as she looked at him laying on the grass ground while holding that part and groaning in pain . ' This.......This girl is too cruel ! Still , I can't help but think she is very cool . ' thought the shadow guard with an amazed expression . " ..........You !......You lowly human ! " said the male servant who managed to get up . " You really are a vampire ! No human would be able to get up on his two feet any time soon . " said Kiara as she looked at him . " ........I am gonna kill you for what you just did ! You bitch ! " said the male servant and gathered all his energies to go and throw another attack at Kiara .

I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

but undead creatures cared about nothing; and he was a vampire after all. “Who do you think you are? YOU, you are a servant, a possession. You are an asset to the cause of uniting the Vampires under one true rule. Remember your place when comparing your master to that... that, that treacherous whore!” Silas barked.