Short Stories

(1) Deuce Gorgon X Vampire: Good Boy🍋

You ran a hand down Deuce's shoulder as he lay in your lap, enjoying your touches and caresses. It had been a slow day for the both of you, and with it being the last day of the weekend, you both wanted to enjoy the day before having to go straight back to work.

Deuce nuzzled his face into your stomach and stretched his legs out. He enjoyed laying on you, basking in the comfort you brought him.

He sighed deeply, enjoying the cold your skin provided. You looked down at him and smiled, revealing the shining fangs your lips hid.

"What is it, sweet boy?" You asked.

His snakes slithered closer to you, and a bright blush formed on Deuces face.

"Nothing." He hid in your stomach. "You're comfy."

You chuckled lightly. "I am?"

"Mhm." He sighed again.

You smiled widely, and Deuce looked to you.

Your fangs were on full display, giving Deuce chills down his spine.

He had always admired your fangs. They were slightly larger than other vampires, and during his secret admiration phase, as he liked to call it, he had dreamed about being pierced by them often.

He found himself captivated by them, despite being desensitized to vampire fangs. Yours were something special.

Maybe it was because they were yours. Maybe it was because they were sharper and longer and definitely more painful. Either way, he itched to feel them.

Deuce lifted his hand and rubbed his fingertip across the bottom of one. You furrowed your brows.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

He shrugged. "I just want to see them."

You watched him closely as his fingers grazed your fangs. It was definitely odd for you, but Deuces' interest in your teeth was something you had always been aware of. It wasn't surprising to you, just odd.

He pushed his thumb against one, and blood gently pooled to the surface. He pulled his thumb back to inspect the mark.

You licked the drop of blood off your fang and inspected his injury. "Are you okay?" You asked.

He nodded. How was he supposed to explain that not only did it feel good, it felt amazing. It felt passionate. It felt like you were marking him.

After a few silent seconds, you nudged Deuce. He sat up.

"What's wrong, baby?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" You repeated.

He nodded, and you left the conversation at that. Your hand found his snakes again, and you twirled your fingers around them and pet them gently as you read a book from your phone.

"Will you bite me?" Deuce broke the silence.

You furrowed your brows again and sat your phone down. "Huh?" You asked, making sure he had actually said what you heard.

"I want to know what it's like to get bitten."

"It hurts."

"Well....can....can you show me?" He asked.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of anxiety. You found none, and instead were surprised by his anticipation.

"I want to feel it. I want you to bite me." He repeated.

"Babe, it hu-"

"Hurts, I know." He smiled. "Just one bite?"

You sighed. You had never been asked to bite someone, and you would be lying if you said it wasn't exciting. But the thought of hurting your partner wasn't pleasing, and you were a little nervous.

"I'll tell you if it hurts too bad." He pleaded. "Just one bite?"

You huffed. "Okay, fine."

Deuce shot up in excitement and situated himself on the couch. He patted his lap, urging you to sit on him to get a good angle.

You huffed again and shifted on the couch. Then, you straddled him to get comfortable. You held his neck with your hand, and you hovered over the other side.

He grabbed your hips as he tried to steady his breathing.

"Are you ready?" You asked.

"Yeah.." He choked out.

You pinched his skin with your fangs before slowly pushing them through. Deuce's fingers dug into your hips as he inhaled.

The pain was something he could easily get over. It felt like nothing more than a small pinch.

But you using him, feeding off him, enjoying his taste was what he loved the most.

You began to move away, but before you could get far, Deuce held your head against his neck.

"Harder?" He asked. "I want a little more."

You hummed, too entranced by his blood to care, and began slowly drinking the liquid life from him.

He moaned out and gripped you. You gave a small whimper, the taste of his blood mixed with his neediness becoming too good for you.

His crotch grinded against yours, pleading for more. You did the same, stimulating him enough to make the blood flow smoother.

Deuce began to get light headed, the lack of blood in his body threatening to put him unconscious. He needed more, despite his body telling him no. It felt too good.

"Ah! (Y/N)...more!" He begged, his erection growing with every drink you took.

You huffed out and pulled away. "More?"

He nodded. "Please...just a little more."

You slid off his lap and onto the floor before pulling his pants to his ankles.

He breathed deeply, trying to see through the black dots his vision held.  His arms and legs were tingly and limp, signaling you had taken too much.

He didn't care though, he only cared about being good to you. He only wanted to be your good boy.

You sat at his feet and ran your hand up and down his member. The taste of blood was still thick on your tongue, and you drooled for more.

Your tongue found his tip, and you sucked on it for a second before stuffing the rest down your throat. You bobbed up and down, sucking and licking to release the need you felt. Deuce whimpered and whined above you, encouraging you to do more.

You dug your nails into his leg, sucking harder than before. He moaned out and grabbed your hair, forcing you all the way down on him. You choked slightly and took a deep breath to relax yourself.

After a moment, a thick liquid shot in the back of your throat, and you slurped it up until he was finished.

"I want more." He asked.

"More?" You replied.

He nodded. "I want another bite."

"Say please." You raised a brow.

"Please, (Y/N)." He moaned. "Please just one more."

You smirked. "Good boy."