Summary:
A woman waits for her vampire partner to arrive at dusk. She greets him at the door and immediately takes control, pressing him against the wall before guiding him to the couch. She straddles his thigh and uses him for her own pleasure, allowing him to feed only when she decides. After she reaches climax, she removes her clothing and straddles him fully, directing their encounter while he follows every instruction. The evening ends with careful aftercare and a quiet conversation about the future.
Here is your Story: My Little Vampire Sub Gets Me Off on the Couch
I love my little sub. He’s such a good boy. I’ve told him the title doesn’t fit, he’s so much older and bigger than me. But he always insists, so I don’t. At least not right away. Just to rile him up. My fingers itch to grab him the second he shows. I picture his broad chest under that sweater and how easy it is to shove all that muscle around.
Right after sundown he arrives at my door. The spring shadows stretch long and the budding branches shake in the trees. The last rays of the sun, hidden behind the houses across the street, set the clouds on fire. He stands in my doorway, smiling warmly. His own shadow boils at the threshold to my home. I smell rain on his skin already, cool and clean like he just stepped out of a storm.
Pressed to the Wall
This good boy dresses so sensibly. Comfortable jeans and a brown striped sweater. He could be somebody’s father or uncle who has enough time to exercise regularly but still loves to eat. Horn-rimmed glasses make him look like an engineer. I want to rip every button off that sweater and watch his chest heave even though he doesn’t need air.
“May I…” he begins before I grasp the front of his sweater and pull him over the threshold. He manages to slip off his shoes even as I drag him through the entry and press him against the wall. I’m already kissing him, but he manages to close the door with his foot while his hands wrap around me. What a good boy. His tongue tastes like nothing and everything at once, cool and slick against mine.
“Such a good guest, so well-trained, so good,” I coo into his ear. His hands tense around my hips. I know what he wants. He has to earn it. I grind my thigh against the hard line of his cock trapped in denim and feel it twitch. He groans low, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine.
“You told me to always…” he begins, but I’m kissing him again. Grinding my hip on his thigh. Before my hips finish their first undulation, he’s popped his knee enough that I really have something to rub on. Like I said, so good. My pussy is already soaked, slick heat building fast as I rock against the solid muscle of his leg.
With his back against the wall, I’m unable to wrap my arms around his chest. Instead I settle for pulling his head down so I can keep kissing him. We haven’t even left the hall and despite my jeans I might be able to get myself off just rubbing against him. His hands on my hips press me onto his leg. Each roll of my hips is met by a small rise of his thigh. The friction drags right over my clit and I gasp into his mouth.
I love how it feels, dry-humping him like this, already building to an orgasm, like I’m a teenager again. But not here. I’ll want a place to collapse. Stepping back, hauling this man who is a head taller than me off the wall, I walk him backwards into my living room. My cunt throbs, empty and needy, demanding more than denim can give.
“Where..?” he begins, but I’m shushing him with a finger on his lips. I don’t go out much, so the fact he comes to me is perfect. Even if he weren’t imbued with extra strength by his gift of the night, he’d still be big enough to throw me around without much effort. That I get to shove him around like this thrills me. Sends shivers of lust from my stomach to my feet. My nipples tighten under my shirt just thinking about it.
He must know the couch is behind him. My good boy never misses a detail and has been at my beck and call for a long time. When I first met him, everyone was still using beepers. Still, one of his feet bumps the edge of my couch, and he tumbles into his seat like he’s never been in my home before. His cock strains visibly now, a thick ridge along his thigh.
Not so gently, I straddle his leg again. “You are feeling goo…” I put my finger back on his lips. “Shhh. No more speaking until it’s time.” Leaning down, I replace that finger with my lips. He nods through our kiss. I’m grinding on his leg again. His cock is pressing against the inside of his jeans, into my leg. His large hands press against my hips. Every touch feels like cool water sliding over fevered skin.
I’m feeling reckless and mischievous. Pleasure starts filling me again and I start to laugh from the sheer thrill of using this man as a toy. The good boy doesn’t speak. He only cocks his head at me. Cupping his chin in my hand, I open his mouth and rest the tip of my thumb atop one of his bottom canines. It’s knife sharp, but I know how to keep myself from getting cut. He won’t do anything without my say-so. My pussy clenches around nothing, dripping wet and ready.
I’m sandwiched between his thigh and his hands on my hips. He’s untucked my t-shirt and grasped the skin underneath. I never get used to their lack of warmth. That saying cold hands, warm heart? That’s his entire body. The cool of his skin is one more extra sensation setting my nerves alight. His fingers wrap around my side and back, almost touching my spine. Thumbs hold either side of my stomach. And he presses me against his leg as I grind across it. Every drag pulls a fresh rush of slick from my cunt.
Already I’m so close. Waiting for his arrival, I edged myself and watched the sun set. Letting that mischievous feeling take control, I peel one of his hands off my hip and bring it to my mouth. He gasps when I bite his wrist, the sound coming out dry and desperate. My other thumb is still teasing the edge of his teeth. His pupils blow wide, black swallowing the color.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Just before cumming I stick my thumb on his tooth. Just enough that it feels slick when I rub it against his tongue. His eyes are wide and pleading, his mouth still open. I nod, making his wrist flop like a dog toy. His lips close on my thumb. Drops of blood and life are pulled from me and I cum. It’s as if sucking on my thumb pulls that delicious first orgasm from my core and rushes it through the rest of my body. The hole in my thumb tingles as he suckles on it. He can taste my ecstasy. My thighs shake hard around his leg.
Straddling His Thighs
“Enough,” I whisper. His tongue pushes my digit from his mouth. Falling forward onto his chest, my good boy is unmoving, unbreathing, but soft and embracing as the best blanket. His arms are around me. Not squeezing, just a weight as I float. He smells of fresh rain. If I didn’t know he was there, I could assume he was a giant stuffy. My weakness has nothing to do with him. It always happens whenever I get cut. I must be crazy to keep a vampire as a fuck-buddy. My pussy still pulses with aftershocks, slick soaking through my jeans onto his thigh.
Slowly, I reconnect with my body. My good boy is still holding me. I look up and he is gazing at me, his pupil dilated into dark pools. I feel his cock throb once more against my leg, hard and insistent, waiting for permission.
“You are so good.” He opens his mouth to speak. Immediately my finger is over his lips, which drop into a pout. His tongue flicks out, cool and wet, tasting the pad of my finger like he wants to taste something else.
“Don’t be like that,” I chide him, smiling. “You love this.” The glare stays on his face for a moment more, then it transforms into a half smile and raised eyebrow. Yeah, I know, it says. My hand drifts down to palm the thick length of his cock through denim and he bucks once, controlled.
“Besides, I never deny you your own pleasure.” I pinch his chin between my thumb and pointer finger. Not a speck of red smears across his cool skin. Vampire saliva is a wonder. It is my turn to untuck his sweater and slide my hands along his body. Cold skin over strong muscles. I feel them move under that layer of soft. One day I’ll ask him if he has conscious control over this look. Every vampire in media is built like a model. Mine is a lumberjack. A hard lumberjack. My fingers trace lower, brushing the head of his cock and he hisses through his teeth.
I wasn’t paying enough attention while riding his leg, but now I can feel his cock pressing into my thigh. Leaning forward to nuzzle his neck, I whisper, “Have I been neglecting you?” Like a good boy, he doesn’t say anything. But one of his hands squeezes my ass. The other undoes my bra through the back of my shirt. The cups hold my breasts until his hand slides under them. Again, the chill of his skin sends shivers through me. Cold hands, warm… cunt. The thought makes me giggle. My nipple pebbles instantly under his cool thumb.
Despite cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, he doesn’t linger. Instead, my top is lifted from my body in a tangle of cloth and bra-straps, and tossed unceremoniously aside. Without permission, he has latched onto a nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Wet heat surrounds the tight bud and I arch, pushing more into his mouth. His tongue flicks fast, sending sparks straight to my already dripping pussy.
“That was naughty,” I whisper. My hand on the back of his head pressing him to my chest is an indicator of just how upset I truly am. His tongue plays across my nipple, flicking it as he draws it further into his mouth. Luxuriating in the attention he gives to one breast then the other, I sigh and lean into his hands supporting my back. Occasionally, I roll my hips. Not to grind out another orgasm, but to feel how hard he is. And to tease him. I could do more to take care of that, but like I said, he was naughty. His cock jerks against my thigh every time I move.
After he’s switched attention from one breast to the other several times, his hands begin to flex on my back. When I open my eyes, he is gazing up at me. His pupils have grown even bigger. He wants to bite me and is doing such a good job of restraining himself. I feel the blunt pressure of his teeth behind his lips, so close to breaking skin.
“Not yet. You were naughty and didn’t wait for permission,” I tell him. “But I bought these jeans at the thrift store, just for tonight.” Lips still on my breast, my little vampire tilts his head, cocking an eyebrow, asking permission. I nod my head. Immediately, the sound of tearing fabric fills the room. Soon after, I am down to my underwear, and on my back. Effortlessly, my little vamp has flipped us around. He hovers over me as I sink into the couch, hands on my panties. Cool air hits my soaked cunt and I spread my thighs wider, inviting.
Running my hand across their front, I tell him, “These aren’t for ripping.” Just in case. His hands curl under the sides of my underwear, brushing my hips with his nails. I shiver. My good boy is being so patient now. Mostly. His touch has me raising my hips in the air. I’m not letting him take them off yet, despite how impatient his hands feel. They are tracing the hem of my bottoms, from my hip to my ass cheeks, then back. His fingertips trace back over my hips and between my legs, “accidentally” rubbing my lips. I’ll let it pass. They feel so good. One fingertip drags through my slick folds and I bite back a moan.
This is a terrible tease for both of us. At each pass of his fingers, I’m lifting my hips into the air, trying to get him to touch me more. He won’t, until I tell him to. But he does bend over and bite the skin just above my hip. Not an “I want to suck your blood” bite. A normal bite, like a god-awful tease would do. My clit throbs visibly, swollen and aching for his tongue.
“I need them off!” I’m panting from his touch and little bites. He just looks at me confused, and points at his teeth. The other hand is just under my panties, driving me insane. Two fingers part my pussy lips, barely brushing my entrance.
“No… off my body,” I can’t tell if I’m speaking clearly anymore. Such a caring man, he leans forward and fingers caress loose strands of hair from my face. I try to bite them. My cunt clenches, empty, dripping onto the couch.
“Be… a good boy… and take my panties off!” Every word comes out in a well-enunciated growl. That ghoul has the audacity to wink at me. He follows my instructions, quickly and without damaging me or my undies. But the gall of him! Cool air kisses my bare pussy and I moan.
“I should take that compliment ba…” before I can finish, his mouth is wrapped around my pussy and his tongue is deep inside me. That tongue of his knows every spot to hit. I’m gasping for breath, feeling out of control. Reaching down and tangling my hands in his dark hair I guide him off me. His tongue curls against my inner walls, lapping up every drop of wetness.
“Wait,” I find enough breath to say. At the lightest touch my very good boy is teasing the inside of my thighs with his teeth. I know they won’t leave a scratch unless I tell him to. And I know he’s hungry. His hands are squeezing my ass, flexing with every tooth-led kiss across my skin. That is perfect. I’m feeling impatient and need more too. My clit pulses under the cool drag of his tongue when he finally licks up my slit again.
“I want… I need you.” I’ve pushed him back, and he looks into my eyes. I start falling into his and would never come back, except I’m pushed back into myself by an invisible hand. He’s my sub, I’m not his thrall. This subby vamp waits patiently, sitting on his heels, hands resting on my knees. His cock stands rigid between his legs, thick and flushed dark at the tip.
“Naked,” I manage, catching my breath. “Naked, on the couch. Now.” Having a vampire lover means that when you tell him to get naked on the couch now, it happens, now. I am briefly caught in a storm of motion. Before his socks float to the ground, he is naked and I have been placed astride his thighs. That beautiful cock of his rises between our stomachs. His hands rest, lightly this time, on my hips. He’s waiting for my next command. Precum beads at the slit, cool and slick.
“Such a good boy,” I coo at him. Between us, his cock twitches. “And you have been so good. Maybe you should be rewarded.” Pushing up on my knees, I move so when I lower myself down again, he fills me. This is almost exactly what I want. Rolling my hips I feel my vampire move inside me. Hitting me just right. His hand slides between us, placing his thumb in exactly the right spot. He doesn’t need to move it. Every time I slide my hips forward my clit rubs against it, for just long enough to make me gasp. My pussy stretches around his thick cock, walls fluttering.
He is still cool. Legs, thumb, cock. His body moves like a living person, but never warms up. In desperate moments I’ve tried teasing myself by rubbing an ice cube against my bits, it’s too cold. This subby vamp’s body is the right kind of cool to be exciting without giving me shivers. It makes me hyper-aware of every touch and movement. Every thrust drags that cool hardness over my g-spot and I whimper.
I’ve closed my eyes to savor this feeling. Opening them, there he is, his eyes are completely covered in shiny black. I remember how unnerving they were when I first encountered them, unexpectedly coming home from a late night, years ago. But we worked things out. He comes whenever I call him. Like a good boy. His cock throbs inside me, pulsing with each slow roll of my hips.
Inside me, I can feel myself getting close to cumming again. I feel barely in control as he works to sate my craving. It is time to care for his. My inner walls clamp down, slick and hot around his length.
“Gently, now,” I say to him, guiding him with a hand on the back of his head to the top of my breast. Fear makes my heart beat even faster. I’m not sure how I ever handle it. Each time I let him have a part of me, a voice in my head tells me to run. Years this vampire has shown up whenever I call and still he makes me shiver. Oh, but the adrenaline that sings through my body when his teeth first break my skin… Every nerve is reaching out of my body. I can feel every hair moved by the gentlest breath. The cool skin of his legs under my thighs. That thumb impacting against my nub with every thrust. His lips on my chest, pulling blood from me. Lightning sings through my insides, while his touch is like creek water across my skin. His fangs sink in slow, sweet sting blooming into white-hot pleasure.
“Fuck! Every time,” I’m leaning back, one hand holding his head, the other bracing on his shoulder. “Keep sucking until I cum!” That lightning arcs from my cunt to his mouth on my chest. I’m mindless. That I can say anything amazes me. He would stop after I cum, the good boy, but I like bossing him around. His hands are on my hips again. Keeping my tempo from breaking. I can barely manage, but he guides me, holding me, moving me. Blood trickles warm down my breast and his tongue catches every drop.
“yes. Ahhhh Oohhhh…” Bent over now, I’ve pushed all the air from my lungs. I’m leaning around his head, still feeding while I nuzzle his neck. He smells like petrichor when I breathe in one last time. My pussy spasms around his cock, so close to the edge again.
“OOOOHHHHH Fuck!” That lightning arcing from his mouth to my cunt dances through my entire body and I shake. It feels like a bolt hits my brain and I am aware of three things. His hands on my hips, still moving me; his mouth gone from my chest; and my brain buzzing so loud with euphoria I forget who I am. The orgasm crashes through me, cunt pulsing hard, wetness flooding around his cock.
The chain of lightning bolts through my body subsides. I’m still on top of him, being moved. I’m half-conscious, but years ago I told him he doesn’t have to stop at this point. The poor boy hasn’t had his yet. Returning to reality, I re-brace my hands on his shoulders and hold on. He may be my little subby boy, but right now I’m his cock-sleeve. I’m not going to cum from this, but the way he moves me is another kind of thrill. Every movement is strong and precise, careful of my own body. You don’t break your toys. Not if you want to use them again. His cock slams up into me, deep and relentless, wet sounds filling the room.
“May…?” he begins. He’s looking at me with human eyes again. They are so wide, begging. He is so close. His thrusts grow erratic, hips jerking.
“You… can speak,” I manage to say between thrusts. My voice cracks on every word, body limp and used.
“May I cum inside?” I grasp his cheeks and hold his gaze. “Oh yes, please!” Hands push down on my hips one last time. I feel him spasming, shooting cold cum into my body. We are both shivering, for different reasons, together. His arms are curled around my back. I hold his head to my chest. Breaths don’t rock his body the way they did mine, but he is frozen. Lost in his own pleasure. If he were alive, he would be burning from exertion, slicked in sweat, and chest heaving. Instead he is a cold statue, clinging to me. Thick ropes of cum fill me, cool and slick, leaking out around his still-hard cock.
Once his arms begin to relax, I kiss his forehead and lean back. He’s drained me in so many ways tonight. All I want to do is curl up under a blanket and sleep. My good boy. He makes tea that tastes like it’s half honey. Fills a hot water bottle and rests it at my feet before bundling me in blankets. He even found the book I’m reading and places it on the table next to the couch. I’m not going to read it. I may not even finish my tea before I fall asleep.
“When are you going to let me turn you?” He is sitting next to me, fingertips trailing in my hair. He is very careful not to touch me any more than this. As much as he takes, my good boy gives back with such good aftercare. His cum still leaks slowly from my well-fucked pussy, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he claimed me.
“Years you have been calling me and I have obeyed. I could turn you tonight if you asked. Eternity would be yours.” I sip my tea. It fills me with warmth. The blanket settles heavy and soft around my shoulders, his cool hand never straying further than my hair.
“Yes, and that would be a long time to be yours.” Leaning back into the couch, I am warm, cozy and safe. “Not just yet.”
