#embrace of the vampiric night

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Embrace of the Vampiric Night

Once a year, as whispers of Halloween danced on the wind, I—Hercules, an alpha male, sculpted like a Greek god in my shiny gold Adidas tracksuit—found myself drawn to the outskirts of town. The fabled Blackthorne Mansion loomed before me, its once regal structure now cloaked in shadows and the echo of forgotten tales. Rumors spoke of treasures hidden within, but my heart raced not for gold—but for the allure of the forbidden.

As I stepped onto the creaking floorboards, a feeling of electric anticipation tingled through my veins. My muscles flexed beneath the metallic sheen of my attire, every ounce of strength primed for exploration. Darkened corridors enveloped me, the air thick with history and whispered secrets.

Then, in an alcove draped in cobwebs, I spotted it—a shimmering gold cape, lined with velvet, glinting seductively in the sparse light. Enticed, I approached, fingers trembling as I draped it over my shoulders. Instantly, warmth surged through my body, the sensation both thrilling and alarming. It was as if I had awakened something dormant within me.

As the fabric enveloped me, I felt my senses heighten—colors became more vivid, sounds sharper. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, I caught my reflection in an antique mirror. Staring back at me was a creature of divine allure: the fierce gleam of my eyes, sharpened canines, and the promise of real power.

A rush of exhilaration overcame me. I had transformed, not all at once, but rather in ways I had never dared to dream. The mask of humanity was cast aside, replaced by a primal essence that craved the unthinkable.

Driven by the thirst of the night, I stepped into the darkness, ready for whatever—whoever—awaited me. I had become more than just a man; I was a vampire, cloaked in gold, ready to explore the pleasures of this breathless new world.

[goldenherc9]

Embrace Of The Vampiric Night Part 1

Once a year, as whispers of Halloween danced on the wind, I—Hercules, an alpha male, sculpted like a Greek god in my shiny gold Adidas tracksuit—found myself drawn to the outskirts of town. The fabled Blackthorne Mansion loomed before me, its once regal structure now cloaked in shadows and the echo of forgotten tales. Rumors spoke of treasures hidden within, but my heart raced not for gold—but for the allure of the forbidden.

As I stepped onto the creaking floorboards, a feeling of electric anticipation tingled through my veins. My muscles flexed beneath the metallic sheen of my attire, every ounce of strength primed for exploration. Darkened corridors enveloped me, the air thick with history and whispered secrets.

Then, in an alcove draped in cobwebs, I spotted it—a shimmering gold cape, lined with velvet, glinting seductively in the sparse light. Enticed, I approached, fingers trembling as I draped it over my shoulders. Instantly, warmth surged through my body, the sensation both thrilling and alarming. It was as if I had awakened something dormant within me.

As the fabric enveloped me, I felt my senses heighten—colors became more vivid, sounds sharper. Then, as if pulled by an unseen force, I caught my reflection in an antique mirror. Staring back at me was a creature of divine allure: the fierce gleam of my eyes, sharpened canines, and the promise of real power.

A rush of exhilaration overcame me. I had transformed, not all at once, but rather in ways I had never dared to dream. The mask of humanity was cast aside, replaced by a primal essence that craved the unthinkable.

Driven by the thirst of the night, I stepped into the darkness, ready for whatever—whoever—awaited me. I had become more than just a man; I was a vampire, cloaked in gold, ready to explore the pleasures of this breathless new world.

[crownedinmarigolds]

My full submission for the Embrace zine put together by @luoniiel! I don't think Khloe survived her car wreck, you guys...

~~ by @thesixthplaneteer

As you moan the mumbling voices stop. A moment of silence passes before the slit of light blinks and returns. Following is the sound of a zipper and the beam widening. The light hits against your retinas hard. You see only bright white once again, then you feel your heart thump in your chest hard. Your lungs violently pull air in and sting as they expand.

The voices start mumbling again. Like voices from above the water you are under. Your visions slowly corrects and you see the blurry shape of a man over you. Your ears adjust with the sounds, slowly making them understandable. 

"This." The man says in a soft, calm tone. You feel something press against your lips and a latex hand lifts up your head. Pain shoots through your neck with the motion. "Can you understand me? I need you to drink this." The voice repeats. 

[dravencroft]

During the latest session of the VtM chronicle I'm storytelling, Davenport by Night, my players both had Dementation-induced visions of some alternative versions of themselves during the most traumatic moments of their pasts.

Cah'Chiua the Lamia saw herself in the shape of the Incan moon goddess she worships, while Pascal the Toreador saw himself wearing the guise of a certain moth-themed Tremere who now inhabits his mind...

[isthisadrawingiseebeforeme]

imo phil would have a blast being a vampire and dan would have to rethink his entire life philosophy via watching twilight

[kindredbynight]

Firenza (on speaker) you all recognise that you are now in the gravest of jeopardy, yes?

Overlapping

X & Jasper: yes

Victor: yes ma’am

Nelli: mmm hmmm

Firenza: excellent i look forward to hearing of the future developments

Victor: no matter what happens it should be interesting

Firenza: Quite. Good luck, Victor my boy

Victor: I look forward to looking back on all of this and laughing one day

X laughs nervously

The line goes ominously dead

X: You know what that means, right?

Jasper: Yeah

Victor: Yeah

X: Ok well as long as you know. You have a plan right?

Jasper: Nope

X: (nervously high pitched ) Ok well as long as there’s no plan

Annabelle: Welcome to the coterie, X!

[s4rainbows]

Prompt 1 and 2 of @nikatyler's 13 Deadly nights of CAS challenge, "Fan of the Supernatural" and "Perfectly Disguised"

Meet Neia. Neia is a twentysomething living in San Myshuno, trying to make it big as a vampire romance writer. She's really big on vampires. Everything from classic Dracula to WWDITS, she eats it right up. Her muse? A pretty goth girl named Ophelia whom she lives with. She's obsessed with her. And the fact that she sleeps during the day and doesn't eat, and also is usually so cold to the touch, and has those sexy fake fangs all the time. I mean, vampires aren't real, right? She probably just works nights and has bad circulation. But, a girl can dream. And dream she does. usually very much, because she's been so tired ever since she moved in with Ophelia. Like something's leeching her energy. Ah, probably just stress from her publisher pushing deadlines, right?

Um. Right?

[the-kipsabian]

[mad-magic33]

Embraced by Darkness: A Poetic Ode to Dracula's Eternal Slumber

[beetnik-jay]

“I confuse instinct for desire—isn’t bite also touch?”

― Natalie Diaz

D’wa and Darius, children of the night

Based on “Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs” by Frederic William Burton

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Embracing The Vampiric Night Part 2

Hercules, the newly turned golden vampire, couldn't resist the lure of the Golden Frat Halloween Party. It was an event that promised to be filled with excitement and debauchery, just the kind of thing he craved in his new, immortal life. He had spent years as a mortal man, but now that he was one of the undead, he found himself yearning for experiences that were beyond the pale of what was considered normal. The Golden Frat Party seemed like the perfect place to indulge in those desires.

Dressed in his shiny gold vampire suit, Hercules made his way through the crowded halls of the frat house, his eyes scanning the room for potential prey. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and sex, and Hercules couldn't help but feel more alive than he had in months. As he approached the bar, he caught sight of Ryan, a fellow student who had always been curious about the occult. Hercules had been watching him for weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move.

"Ryan," he purred, sidling up to the younger man. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something... mysterious." Ryan turned to face him, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Hercules' glowing golden eyes. Before he could say anything, Hercules grabbed him by the wrist and led him towards a darkened corner of the room.

"Hercules, what are you doing?" Ryan asked, his voice trembling with fear and excitement. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be... different," Hercules replied, his fangs extending from his lips. "To be immortal, to never grow old, to never die... would you like that?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment before nodding shakily. Without another word, Hercules sank his fangs into Ryan's neck, drawing forth his blood and infusing him with the same golden essence that flowed through his veins. As Ryan's eyes began to glow with the same eerie light as Hercules' own, he let out a low moan of pleasure.

As Hercules and his newly turned companion, Ryan, basked in the afterglow of their erotic transformation, they noticed a third frat guy watching them from across the room. His name was Riley, and he was known for being the life of every party. He was lean, muscular, and oozed confidence with every move he made. Hercules couldn't help but be drawn to him, sensing the potential for even more debauchery.

Final Part tomorrow

[moonikabear]

I'm ready for captain harry McHowls. where's the book

[crownedinmarigolds]

*Draws feet without charging for it* "FOR FREEEEE?"

Warm up sketches of my babyboy Ralph squishing a watermelon because he's juicy~

[artrsw]

Vampire Vibes Only! 🧛♂️🩸 Embrace the darkness, the mystery, and a touch of the undead. It’s all about that nocturnal style and a thirst for spooky fun this season! Click this link : https://tinyurl.com/bdz4dcuv

[kokonoko84]

Walking the street in the dark of night, Natalia now finds herself helpless against the allure of the vampire.

[monstersholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.