Vampires are not fertile. Vampire female cannot bear a child and similarly, vampire male cannot conceive a child. Dead flesh is not able to produce life. But that doesn’t mean that they cannot indulge themselves in pleasures of the body. What I have in mind is not mating between vampire noble and human girl, so very popular. Typically, vampires do not mate with humans for other purposes than for gaining power in human society. They do not derive pleasure from this, they derive pleasure from power. Vampires do enjoy sex, of course. But only with one another. Because only then they can let go. They no longer have to restrict themselves, to refrain from fatally injuring their partner. With one another, they can be as brutal as they like. And they are.
Imagine, if you will, a forest. Dense, away from any sign of civilization. Here, we can see two human-like figures. One is a male. For vampire, he’s unusually stout, but he still has the typical proud, even arrogant stance of superior being. He’s got short, raven black hair. His eyes shine with darkness, which would be upsetting, had we not know, that he’s not human. For simplicity, let’s call him Mark. His partner is a female. Long crimson hair slowly caress her shoulders with her every movement. Unlike Mark, her eyes are bloody red and her constitution is slender. She would almost look fragile, were it not for the hungry and predatory look in her eyes. By human measurements, she would be called heavenly beautiful and men would probably throw themselves at her feet. Let’s call her Sif. Again, to make things simple. Both are wearing evening dresses, of the finest silk and greatest prices.
Mark and Sif slowly circle around each other, evaluating the other one. Not unlike boxers in a boxing ring, they slowly measure strength of their “opponent”. Both may be friends in their normal “lives,” if such thing as a friend even can exist in vampire society. But nothing like that can be sensed in the atmosphere both are creating. It is an atmosphere of tension. Sexual and other.
It doesn’t take long, and both their bodies crash. There are no gentle kisses or slow caressing of cheeks. Biting and scratching are more usual. While humans do like bite or scratch marks after that, no human could survive this. In mere moments, evening dresses lay on ground. In rags, useless. Mark grabs Sif by her long hair and forces her to lean back her head. He then bites into her neck, swallowing “her” blood. Sif moans angrily and grabs his member in her hands, caressing it with her long, skilled fingers. Her long nails scratch into his underbelly, making it bleed. She purrs at this sight and licks one of her nails, enjoying the taste of blood. In both of their eyes, there shines hunger. While similar to hunger for flesh or blood, it is also different.
There is no foreplay, the hunger is too big. He grabs her by her ass, heaving her upon his body.
This is happening for another hour or so. They both have great stamina. Many positions are done. Once, Sif is pressed against a tree while Mark takes her from behind, while drinking her blood and scratching her breasts. Even though she growls angrily from the blood being taken, she still grinds her hips against him, to make him go even deeper. So she can feel him as deep as possible. Though Mark’s cock is only about 6 inches, he has decades of experience, with which he can grant Sif pleasure, which no mortal man could.
But even vampires can cum. It happens when Sif is under Mark, while Mark plunders her pussy with nearly animal brutality. Suddenly, Sif wraps her legs around his hips, forcing him deep inside her. Just in the nick of time, as Mark hungrily bites into her shoulder, while he fills her up with his semen. In response, Sif plunges her nails into his skin, nearly into his muscles, while her entire body convulses with waves of pleasure.
They sit next to each other, their injuries already healing. Mark grabs two pockets of blood from his cooled backpack, passing one to Sif. They both drink silently for a minute or so. “This was… interesting.” says Mark, earning chuckle from his partner. “You say that every time.”
“And every time, I do mean it. It’s tiring though. Maybe I’m growing old.”
“Or maybe I’m just too much for you,” is the teasing response.
“Oh shut up.” He laughs.
“Another round?” asks Sif, after a while.
“Well, I mean sure, don’t expect me to be so initiative this time, though.” Responds Mark, even if little surprised.
Sif caresses his cock for a while, enjoying the feeling of thickening meat in her hands. She slowly licks it for a while, before she sits on him, rubbing her wet pussy against his cock. “I won’t see you for another few years. I want to make the most of this.” She purres with a smile, slowly letting him enter her. This time, she savors every inch of his length.