Butterfly Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

Everyone else just stood, watching. Then Jayden wailed as power exploded from her fingertips, hitting Karl in the chest and sending him through the air to tumble over the back of the sofa. When she opened her eyes, both now appeared a deep blood-red and feral looking. She sent another blast toward Sheeran, who tried to block it with his sword, but instead, the blast sent him flying back into the wall to crumble to the floor. The demon roared as he scampered to his feet, his lips curled upward in a snarl. "I am free!" He reached out a hand, taking Tryna by the throat and tossing her carelessly across the room like a mere toy. Famallumi caught the small faerie before she struck the wall.

My heart restarted with a pang, its pounding drowning the air howling past us. Curling instinctively around Xanthea, I pulled her back against my chest and twisted, turning my back toward the ground. The valley sensed me. The moment it did, a swarm of red butterflies erupted across the land like a living storm, rising upward in a violent squall. They united into a crimson tide just before impact, breaking our fall. The breath knocked from my lungs as we rebounded off my butterflies. My back crashed into the cushioned bed of spider lilies, pain bursting through my spine.

My claws gouged deep trenches in the stone as I launched myself into the air. I slammed into him with enough force to send us both skidding across the floor. But he only laughed. “You are fire with no air,” he rasped, crushing his palm against my throat. “Burning yourself into smoke.” He lifted me by the neck like I weighed nothing. My paws thrashed. My claws lashed. My lungs burned. He squeezed. My airway closed. My vision faded. “Lucas…” I choked. The Demon King leaned close, his breath cold smoke against my muzzle. “He cannot hear you. He is already halfway into my realm.”

I pressed harder, let my cock slide between the folds and the fabric, rolling my balls in rhythm, and moaned into the pillow as he continued pushing scenes into me. “Good,” he said, almost approving, almost amused. “Every twitch, every moan, every desperate thought—you’re letting me see all of it.” I came hard, so hard it shook through my body, hips bucking, fingers tight, and finally, finally, the images slowed, the pressure left my skull. The demon’s presence loosened, coiling out of me, and for the first time all day, all week maybe, I could breathe without being crushed from the inside.

It came from deep within. Kael took a step back, his gaze never leaving her. The air around him began to thrum gently, growing denser, and then suddenly, without a sound, something shifted on his back. With a cracking noise, the demon's wings slowly emerged from his body. Rea's breath caught in her throat.

Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those particular urges. While she was lost in those thoughts, Young was caressing her cheeks, lulling her mind and body into a false sense of security. She was just starting to relax in his hands when he asked, “I was right, wasn’t I?” When she didn’t respond he brought both hands down simultaneously. All she did was grunt, trying to maintain her stubborn silence. What usually would be the equivalent of provoking a puppy, was now the equivalent of enraging a dragon and this one was named Blood. With twice the force, his body growing thicker underneath her, he popp

The demon was now on its knees, all the strength it had probably drained by the silver in its body. We looked at each other and nodded. Moving at the same time, we charged at the demon, swords ready. "No, wait..." The creature said, but we slashed at it from both sides. It squealed even louder and we Syberus slashed at its back. "No, you wretches. You do not know what you—" "Save it," I said as I stabbed my sword through the left side of its back, where the heart was. It squealed even louder and I saw as the skin on its arms started to blister and burn. It was dying, it would die. The souls of our parents and all the others it had killed will finally come to rest. I wanted to watch it suffer

We run and see another open door, we look inside and it's the same demon with our bodies under him, smiling and waving. "I can't do this," Brittany runs taking her hand away from mine. She runs down and turns a corner in the hallway. I run after her and turn the corner, it's a dead end. I start to breathe rapidly, I can feel the air getting thinner as it gets hard for me to breathe. I turn around to look towards the door, I see the hand of the demon emerge from the room, clenching the wall, pulling itself forward to peak its smiling face at me.

He attacked her with it as he held her in his hand. Dynamic baby since the incoming attack turned into a butterfly and escaped his grip as the spear penetrated the wall causing it to fall. She attempted running away. "You forget that I am a demon" He replied as he used his hand to hit the butterfly in the darkness as she crashed to the floor. She turned into an eagle, the most strongest bird and flew high trying to run away but Ryder being a strong Demon. Took a stone and threw it at the Demon. The stone which must have been backed up by extra force caught her and She crashed on the ground far away from Ryder.