Angel Dust Tail Novels & Stories

Her slender yet curvy frame is on display in a floor-length white, silk dress with side slits that go up to her hips and a halter neckline that goes down to her belly button, with the waist adorned with gold lace and beading. I blink rapidly, watching as this ethereal-looking Goddess devours the eyti, swallowing them whole, her jaw unhinged unnaturally wide like an anaconda. As the last eyti is devoured, light returns to the forest and Merlos’ features return to normal as she wipes the edges of her mouth as though she just feasted on a delectable meal. “Thank you,” I breathe out, my body still reeling from the eytes presence. “Since when are you so inept?” she brusquely asks.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

I could feel their stairs on me as I made my way down, specifically Sage. Sage's face was stern, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched, but I couldn't help but feel his gaze like a physical touch. It made me shiver, and I felt a flutter in my chest. As I reached the bottom step, Angela rushed forward, a bright smile on her face. "Lyra, you look stunning!" she exclaimed, wrapping me in a warm hug. "This dress was made for you!" I blushed, feeling oddly "Thank you, Angela. You don’t look bad yourself”

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” Angel heard the words the minute she felt some-thing—no, make that someone—yank her beneath the waves. And, fish! She didn’t even have the full tail yet. Angel twisted around, doubling back on herself, watching as amethyst shimmered along her lower half from her toes up, and she took her first aqua-breath just as her sea-vision returned. Mariana was the tail-yanker. It figured.

In that stark moment, she understood: the calm was a mere prelude, and the storm had finally unleashed its fury. Dynasty’s piercing gaze locked onto Angela, who perched on the edge of her sleek marble desk like a striking silhouette. Her eyes flickered momentarily to Angela’s wild, untamed coils of hair, which framed her face and harmonized with the bold animal print of her silk blouse. Angela’s full, usually playful lips were set in a firm line, reflecting the moment's weight.

It was just a small, small distance away… just a little bit and I can finally get out! But then… “Wait.” He… He pulled my tail. “K-kyaaaa---!” What was that?! I felt like my soul was being pulled away from my body! I immediately flailed and was able to get away from his grip. The moment I felt the cold floor on my feet, I immediately dropped down and squeezed myself on the corner. I still feel weird… my tail feels weird!

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Asmodeus grimaced, cupping his cheeks in both hands and handing Evelyn her tail, which was tied in a dead knot. Evelyn stared at Asmodeus's tail for a moment, like she was looking at a tangled mess of headphone cords she'd just ripped out of her book bag; she had the most patience for that sort of thing. She first carefully touched Asmodeus' tail, which was longer and a bit thicker than Sagon's, with the same pointed triangle at the end. Unlike the demon's extraordinarily hard body, the tail was instead very soft and flexible, and the surface was smooth, cool and soft to the touch, and with a little bit of force one could feel the elastic flesh of the tail.

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

Angel watched her every move as she repeatedly stood, bend over, and then straightened her spine again. When she bent over in front of the dryer, his eyes trailed down her shapely back and he could almost see the outline of her vulva. His breath quickened. He then strode to stand behind her lowered himself to the floor to station his head in between her legs and lifted his head until he could use his tongue to stroke the hem of her labia.