Bendy Dancing Demon Novels & Stories

Cirella laughed so hard, she was clutching her stomach. "Come on Belle, he would not do that. He would just try to get into those pants of yours." Dante chuckled with his wife. Demos, which who in turn went by Dem in the human world, was one of her dancers when they practiced for tours and special events. He was a very big pervert but had a huge heart. She almost felt sad sometimes knowing how he lost his wife in childbirth. "Just promise me you will not over do it CiCi." Cirella unfolded her wings and sighed.

The soulless butcher. A living monster that walks the earth. My breathing hitches, what the hell is he doing here? I notice the auctioneer's fear, I see the hesitation in his action and hear it in his voice as he speaks up. “Alpha Damaris” he speaks up, picking his words carefully. “We…we weren't expecting you, he….” Like a jolt of lightning, Alpha Iskander moves, faster than my brain could process. One moment, the auctioneer gasps, the next second, Iskander’s hand is wrapped around his throat in a chokehold, smoothly lifting him up his feet.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

Another 20 minutes later, he asked again, "How about now?" "No!" After yet another 20 minutes, he carefully placed his palm on my stomach. Before he could ask, I said, "I need to rest until tomorrow night! Ask me again and I'll kill myself!" Raven withdrew his hand, looking thoroughly dejected. "Humans are so fragile." A little demon who had just gotten his first taste would not give up so easily. Though he stopped using his hands, his tail kept busy. I could not lie next to him anymore. I stood up, planning to take a shower.

It seemed to be flailing its tentacles wildly with no sense of direction. Maddie ducked again as a tentacle from the giant octopus-like demon flew past her head. She rolled over to the left, giving the other dreadlocked girl the chance to fling a whip at the demon. The whip coiled snakelike around one of its many tentacles, its body gleaming with Sanskrit inscriptions. Ayesha pulled at the whip with a grunt and the tentacle detached from the rest of the body, flying in the air and coming to rest on the top of a car a few meters away. The creature howled in pain and scuttled towards Ayesha, slightly unbalanced on its tentacles.

"I don't need your help." The maid hesitated, then nodded. "Very well. But you must dress in the clothes provided. Dante will not tolerate disobedience." She watched as the maid left, the door clicking shut behind her. She had won a small victory, but it felt hollow. She was still trapped, still under Dante's control. She walked to the adjoining bathroom, her movements slow and deliberate.

"Fashionably late, as always." Another demon boldly remarked. I turned around to the female voice and found Dagon, holding hands with another male demon, both dressed in full black. "So, this is the human." The male said with interest. He stepped forwards and held out his hand for me to take. I automatically stretched out my hand to place it into his, before I realised that demons didn't shake hands. Ren eyed my hand with glee and grabbed it quickly, a look of delight spreading across his face.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

The demon scowled and began to evade her attacks but that didn’t stop her. She quickly moved around the demon while giving him a lightning strike in every opportunity she had. Her movements appears to be a devil’s dance, unhesitating and fast. She looks like the queen of hell murdering her victims in a blink of an eye. She eventually disappeared in the air as the demon let down his guard probably exhausted of her strikes. Hellion then soon appeared next to his neck and successfully gave a fatal blow. The harsh strike appears to be suddenly turned into a slow motion as the demon head slowly rolled and ricocheted on the ground.