The Naughty Vampire Visitor (Gay Supernatural Erotica)

For every night during the past week, Viktor had been wondrously tormented by dreams so vivid he was torn on whether to hope they could ever be real. Yet when he discovers that his nightly intruder was both very real and very dangerous, he comes across the startling realization as to why this supernatural creature had been making him feel so good in the first place. Is this a blessing in disguise, or is Viktor way over his head craving for something he’s heard only in fiction?

Warning! This 3,300 word story contains explicit descriptions of sex scenes, including oral sex, anal sex, and a vampire getting the feeding session he’s been craving for. Adult readers only!

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"Who are you?" Viktor would’ve almost felt dumb for asking had he not suddenly realized how dangerous this actually was. What an idiot he was.

The other smiled. "Does it really matter?"

Somehow forgetting that the latter was lying between his legs, Viktor watched dumbly when the redhead's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his swollen dick. The results were immediate, a groan escaping him when that pleasure blossomed. And where pleasure came there were bound to be even stupider answers.

"It's not every day you wake up to someone breaking into your house and giving you head."

Someone naked, he quietly added. It took everything in him for Viktor not to waver over the other's lean body, vehemently ignoring the tightening of his gut when he realized how beautiful his intruder was. It felt very much like a fantasy gone wrong.

"Then you're just not living an exciting enough life."

Was he being toyed with? Frowning, Viktor took his chances and tried again.

"I'm being serious. Who are you-" Suddenly the other's words replayed in his head. 'You humans'. Could that even be used as a clue? "... and what are you?"

This time the latter straightened completely, though his hand remained on Viktor's thigh.

"Isn't it obvious?"

'No' Viktor was about to say, all up until the latter smiled at him. And then he saw it: two fangs protruding right between those full lips, red eyes watching him all the while.

Suddenly Viktor's own eyes blew wide open, but before he could scramble away that hand on his thigh clenched tightly, effectively holding him in place.

"Relax," The redhead insisted, still smiling. "The fact that you don't seem to be as skeptical as the rest is enough for me to spare you. Killing has gotten boring anyway."