Dancing Demon Novels & Stories

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

By doing that randomly, he managed to inflict several wounds on the demon’s appendages. Candy was a mere memory to the demon, which was its biggest mistake. Once she was composed, she waited until it had its back to her and moved with a purpose. She jumped onto its oversized head and threw her arms around its thick neck. She squeezed as hard as she could and that got the demon’s attention. A succubus is not to be ignored. Suddenly, the tentacles were coming back and trying to shake her off. That made Dale’s decision to attack head-on all the easier. He ran as fast as he could, and just as he was within five feet, he shouted for Candy to let go. She did and slid to the floor. Dale then launch

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.

He pointed out their mistakes and told them he expected better. I begged to differ, from my perspective they looked flawless. Instructor Karl turned to me. “Miss Elara, it's your turn.” My first lesson was deceptively simple. It was the courtly dances of the Demon Court. I had expected boring steps, spins, and formal bows. However, it was far from that. I didn't expect the movements to be so intimate. Our legs were closely knitted, and our chest barely an inch apart. He guided me to follow his movement, step by step, but I could hardly focus. Why did the dance have to be one like this, was this even right?

“If you are a demon than how can you look like this? Like a normal human being?” “This is not how I actually look like. This is just how I appear to other.” “Then how do you actually look?” He took another sip then put his glass down before looking her in the eyes. “Once you really deep down believe that I am a demon you might see what I really look like.” “Can’t I see before that?” She asked. “Only if I show you but I don’t want to.” “Why?” He narrowed his gaze. “It’s not a pretty sight and you might never forget it.”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

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.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Even with their combined efforts, in Alfred's opinion, the two of them could not defeat the monster. Dior was ready to start speaking when she abruptly sensed another life force in her surroundings. The alarm bell started ringing louder and louder. She had the impression that someone was observing her. Dior shifted her gaze to the side. Tap. Tap. The demon was moving across the water's surface, using the pieces of the surrounding space as bridges to connect his feet. The demon's body was emitting a massive amount of the purplish demonic aura. With each stride he took, the purple aura swelled in size, and the entire domain flickered.

Back in The Demon King's Castle (Plug-in, 🎵"Tibiakassé-Stupéfiant"🎵 Back in The Kingdom of Gabhaàr, Bahm invited a few of his trusted girls to his castle. The sound of hardcore music was playing in the second hall and a variety of drugs coated over a long, glass end table. A few vampire chicks were kissing deeply with one another, while the rest few watch The Demon King dance on a wooden table. His drugged filled body was gyrating and jerking to every beat of the music.