Asmodeus Demon Of Lust Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was no other demon lord that owned a very sensual flame but the Demon Lord Asmodues the Lustful! “Faster, girl!” Sylvia’s ears twitched once more upon sensing the lustful demon lord’s movement. Her throat parched from dread. The halfling screamed at the back of her restless mind. ‘Once the Demon Lord Asmodeus the Lustful interferes with the talk between Apollo Sky and his father, shit will go down! There is a clear rift between the arch angels and demon lords right now ever since the death of the headmaster who is always the neutral ground of the two races!’

I held the back of his head and made him stay there, sucking one tit while his hand worked the other. My free hand slid down and lifted the habit. Bare pussy right in his face. Already wet. “Look at it,” I said. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound and stared. “You want to taste it?” “Yes.” he’s breath was shaky, he was clearly nervous, “Then ask nicely.” “Please… let me taste you.” “Beg better.” His voice dropped. “Please, Sister. Let me put my mouth on you. I need it.” I smiled. “On your knees, worship me.”

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Guilt clung to me sometimes when I thought I might have shattered his heart, and I resented myself for it, bitter and unyielding. But it was Professor Ashford who lingered. He haunted me, relentless, impossible to ignore. Especially at night. My body betrayed me, burning with a hunger I could neither name nor soothe, craving him in ways I had never allowed, never touched, never claimed. Even the faintest thought of him—his gaze, the tilt of his head, the precise way he moved—made my skin tingle, made my fingers roam where I needed. I moaned his name softly, trembling as my imagination traced the heat of him across me, his hands on my body that had never actually felt his touch, and yet felt

My body feels like it's on fire, each touch he makes sears deeper into my skin. My nether region is twitching uncontrollably and I can feel my juices starting to leak out. I can't understand any of it, my head is fuzzy and my body won't cooperate. I hate Aster, I do not desire him in any way, this could only be happening because he's orchestrating it. Demons are sexually perverse things and lust is one of their greatest weapons. It's an inborn weakness in everything that walks and breaths. One which I must overcome. One of his hands finally leaves my abused nipple and trails softly down my body, reaching my thigh and caressing softly.

He flashed his teeth, “I am a prince of Hell. I am Asmodeus.” The shadows in the tent darkened. For a moment I thought I saw a blur of darkness appear above the demon’s head. A blur in the shape of a seven pointed crown. “A prince. Hell has princes?” My brows shot up. “I thought you were all—” “Monstrous fiends with a thirst for flesh, blood, and chaos?” “Pretty much.” Asmodeus inclined his head and smiled sardonically. Again, I was struck by how unnervingly beautiful he was. Every slope of his face was sharp, even the slant of his plump lips.

The last time he ate me out making my legs tremble and my arms go weak that I almost fell on my face. He's a complete demon. He lift my lower body holding me against his body then started thrusting into me hard and fast. I bit down on my bottom moaning as he rearranged my insides hitting my prostate making me moan louder while my hips jerked forward. His strokes slowed then he went deep and hard. He spread my cheeks apart pressing his thumb against my hole and his dick as he slowly slid in. "I swear to God you better not fuck Malcolm this good" I moaned as he chuckled.

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

A short summary of book 1 'Captured by the Demon King': The books are about the seven demon kings of sin who rule the demon realm. Every sin has their own colour. Asmodeus / Adrian: Lust - Light blue Satan / Samael: Wrath - Dark red Mammon / Micah: Greed - Yellow Lucifer: Pride - Purple Belphegor: Sloth - Dark blue Beelzebub: Gluttony - Orange Levi, now Dagon: Envy - Green

Not with him, and not with us. The firestorm inside me finally erupted, and this time, I heard my cry before a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. My orgasm was so intense that I disintegrated immediately, bits and pieces of me falling, floating, burning until the smoke cleared, and a hazy shadow of my senses returned. The hand over my mouth dropped, replaced by a punishing kiss. I tasted my arousal, and my nipples tightened again like I hadn’t just come so hard, I couldn’t breathe properly.