Vampire Sex Novels & Stories

Every faerie were high, licking and sucking the sweet and highly addictive white substance as they spread them all over their body while having hot and intense sex. The vampires were the same. They were wearing their black hoods while their mouths and lips were smeared with red, crimson blood from literally biting and wounding their sex partners. But their partners couldn't bring themselves to care for the pain they felt. If they felt anything, it would be the intense pleasure from being wrecked by their loved ones. Vampires were really known for their hardcore BDSM sex style. The werewolves, on the other hand, were surprisingly tame this time around.

Of course that didn’t slide past Emily. “Don’t tell me y’all had sex while I was say.” Oh. My.God. “Does that even happen?” I asked, genuinely curious. Prince Dante and I had definitely not gone that far, but was it possible for vampires to have sex with humans? Okay, I wasn’t a human and most times I forget that, but still, isn’t that unnatural? She nodded. “It does, but it’s not very common. As long as he doesn’t get you pregnant, you’re good.”

I didn’t want her to have to relive that by talking about it. “So, the vamps don’t jerk off to porn, then?” I said light heartedly. “That’s such a disgusting thought,” she giggled. “No, they don’t. They enjoy sex, but they don’t go all goo goo over it like it’s forbidden fruit and they’ve gotten one over on you by having it. They’re open and free about it.” “I don’t understand.” “They have sex, just to have sex. It isn’t necessarily about love,” she explained. “It’s about giving and getting pleasure that comes naturally with the act.”

Alexa stood up and walked to the door but I vampire sped and blocked her way. “Where to?” I asked, yanking her into my arms as I sped back to the bed. “You said you needed to be Al…..” I crashed my lips against hers as she moaned, pulling me with my hair closely as my fangs came out, nibbling her lower lip. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I moaned as my clothes came off, leaving me in my pantalets and satin shoes. Gosh…….is he about to…..oh my God.

“Thought you didn’t crave blood.” There was a bit of humor in his voice. A lot of vampires will drink the blood of their lovers during sex for an even more intense orgasm. However, they weren’t usually human so there aren’t any risks. Tessa was different; I could have killed her. I had never done that before out of fear that I would take it too far. But I couldn’t resist her; especially when she asked so sweetly. “I don’t,” I told him with finality. “But Tessa’s different…”

Now; for most supernaturals especially Vampires sex is the main outlet for all emotions and it is always easier and more pleasurable when combined with feeding. I have been tempted to try especially when I have Mane Nari within my arms and my fangs buried deep in her neck. However; even with her, with how soft her skin is and how inviting her body may seem as soon as the high of sinking my fangs into her delicate neck subsides and the taste of her blood hits my tongue I realise that she isn’t my Witch and everything in my body rebels. I have always had to fight that reaction just to keep any fresh blood down that isn't my Witch's.

I heard the male vampire speak; he said, "That's it baby, but give me more. Fuck, you're so tight. I want to feel those fangs on my neck when you're done riding me, understood?" She nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks. She kept riding, her ass bouncing as she did so. Suddenly, she leaned forward after screaming in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him. The male vampire snarled out as she turned her head and sank her fangs into him with no hesitation.

Right under that camera, with people watching and studying them. At some point, she really had to get comfortable with being watched, even in the most vulnerable of moments. But she could also imagine that sex wasn't anything new for whoever was watching. They probably saw novices fucking all the time, right? Vampires were known for being very sexually active. Sluts, even. So of course they were always having sex. Surely, the people watching were professional enough to look away, right? Surely there was nothing to judge in people's characters while they were having sex… or was there?

What happens to Lucien is fuzzy, eclipsed by my own pleasure, but I make out some of it: a sharp grunt; a sudden feeling of emptiness; that part of him swelling hotter and harder against the globes of my ass; then his come, warm and wet, pooling onto the small of my back. And then we stay like that, breathing together, wiped of thought. He presses his forehead against my shoulder, one hand splayed on my abdomen as if to contain me, and maybe it’s whatever chemicals flood Vampyre brains after sex, but I cannot accept that this is not destined. That we are not meant to be. “Do Weres . . .” My voice is raspy from swallowing my moans. I clear my throat and hear myself ask, “Do Weres always knot?

Too bad my sex ridden voice betrayed me "Vampires are hypersensitive creatures. The strongest urges they have are the need for blood, rage and the need for sex. Older vampires can control it but newer ones cant. That's when hype takes over. The moment they smell blood or feel desire or anger, instincts take over and they lose control. Giving in to their most animalistic needs without a second thought of the consequences." He explains watching me for a reaction. That explains a lot. When Marcos started touching me hype took over. That explains why I couldn't stop myself from wanting it. Man there is more to being a vampire than they show in movies.