Vampire Smut Novels & Stories

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

The girl twitched a little in his arms, barely able to hold her head as she pulled back to look up at him. "I...uh..." His brows knitted together, curiously peering down at her as he observed that conflicted look on her face. That mild blush in her cheeks. "What is it?" She hesitated for a moment, nervously biting her lower lip as she stared up at him from beneath those half-closed eyelids. "I-Is it possible for me to get pregnant now?" He smiled, "Nope. Humans are not made for procreation with vampires. Vampire semen is way too strong for a human egg. It will destroy it before it could fertilize it," he explained, earning himself a rather odd look from her.

My eyes betraying me, I admire his physique, every curve of his biceps, and the way his chiseled chest is still visible under his clothes. “Aria, are you listening?” he snaps his fingers in my face, kicking me out of my daydream. “Uhmmm.. Yes! Yes! I am listening.” He stares at me in confusion. “Okay, I'm done talking. Let's get through the practical phase; it seems like it's kicking in again.” We sat across from each other, legs intertwined, palms on our knees, eyes closed as we meditated. The only thing guiding me is his voice. “Breath in… Breath out.” We perform various breathing and self-control exercises. “The only way to be better at blood lust is not giving in. It's like a curse and t

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

She pushed back hard, grinding against my mouth as I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it mercilessly while my nose nudged her entrance. "Fuck, deeper," she moaned, her thighs quaking. I gripped her hips bruisingly, alternating between lapping her clit and spearing her hole, her juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck. Her wet smacks, and desperate whimpers drove me wild, my cock throbbing untouched as I devoured her. "Damon, I'm gonna come, suck my clit harder!" Her body tensed, ass clenching, and she shattered with a primal scream, flooding my mouth with her release. I drank her down, my tongue continue working overtime to prolong the waves until she collapsed forward.

I’m shaking, overstimulated, my pussy clenching around the tentacle as it writhes inside me and the Vampire Prince watches me with hunger in his red eyes and strokes himself faster. “Look at you,” he groans, baring his fangs at me and the sight turns me on the more, making my pussy drip with more juices. “... So corrupted. A mortal bitch like you begging for tentacles in her cunt and throat.” His words fill me with shame that it almost makes me sob, but I’m close---- so close----- every pleasure point in my body is screaming. Finally he steps forward, parts the tentacle in my pussy to the side, stretching my pussy as he did and making me whimper, and then thrusts his cock into me, alongside

“Werewolves identify a mate through scent and sex. Witches find their twin flame through magic. Incubi and succubi locate a mate through dreams. And a vampire knows a potential mate when their blood releases an endorphin hit similar to an orgasm.” “An orgasm augmentation, how lovely,” she hooked her knees over his and rocked into his fingers. “I could have an orgasm augmentation if you’d… ah… Oh, yes,” she moaned when he caressed her clit. “My little demon,” he murmured achingly hard from the timber of that little moan.