Demeter Danmachi Novels & Stories

With a tilt of her head, she motioned toward the woman beside her. "You being here is a blessing, Dominixe. Your gift will buy us the time we need to pry the truth out of him. Thank you for answering Mother's call." The woman, Dominixe, gave a slight nod, her expression unreadable, voice like frost. "For our sister, always." Her gaze bore into Kenji with unnerving calm. "In case you're wondering, stranger, I am Dameta, the Goddess of Time. The seventh daughter." She raised a hand toward Rachelle.

Dexter's voice greets calmly as he walked close enough for me to see his face clearly but the person with him still refused to move. "I guess it's time for you to finally decide my fate." I stutter a reply nervously, watching as the shadow behind him slowly walks closer to where I sat. "I won't be doing that, he will." Dexter replied with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "It's nice to meet you lady. I'm Damion, the Alpha of the pack you trespassed." He introduces, eventually moving close enough to me and the minute both our eyes met, my heart stopped. "MATE!" We both whisper quietly with wide eyes.

Galatrina spoke calmly but with sweat on her cheeks. "I know, and one of them is going to be a pain in the ass." Alucard respond in a menacing way. Hiyojin then looked at the sky. "So we're facing him ha. Leomord, former number 1 of the 1st generation of warriors. If only Teresa is here." He looked down at the ground while sweating. Most of the warriors finally sensed the incoming demons. They braced themselves as the approaching hordes of demons trampled the ground and creating an earthquake within the earth.

Young men and women who had come of age basked in its light, hoping to find an ideal mate at a special ballroom party organised in various parts of Damaris. Damaris celebrated its Moon Festival during the fall, once every three years. The ceremonies were often followed by an increase in newborns. *** After a council meeting, Theoden retreated behind the curtains of his throne room. His sister followed, agreeing to chat for a while. "I've noticed you've been less available lately," Theoden remarked, removing his outer cloak. "Same old story-work and meetings. You haven't been very accessible either." "True. We should clear our schedules and make time for a short family vacation."

Adan spoke first and glanced back at the entrance door to check if she was back. “Fuck Adan, first of all tell me what is the name of the maid you are so smitten and jerking off your dick.” “Dude, what got you?” Adan frowned in confusion. “Adan for fuck say tell me her name.” Damien voice came harsher as if he was running a marathon. “Micaela…” “Fuck… fuck…fuck…” Damien didn’t let him finish his sentence as he spouted curses like her name was terribly bad.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

He said through harsh breaths, his hips slapping into mine. Pleasure was blazing a path to my center, my release drawing closer. I was going feral with it as I writhed beneath him, a fire burning between my legs. Sweat dampened my skin, matted my hair to my forehead, trickled down between my swollen breasts. The room temperature was reasonably cool but I was a living furnace. “Tell me your pussy is mine bambina.” Demetrio rasped, his hand wrapping around my throat. My eyes fluttered open and close, I loved him choking me, and maybe a little too much for my comfort.

The resaction to the small somewhat innocent caresses I gave to my peach where a… test of sort to see how they would react to me touching her, to me suducing her infront of them, and let me tell you it didnt disapoint. Damitri is an attractive man even I can admit that, Dante is just as hot and this Bi man would mind a taste of them if the chance ever crossed my path, but they are not mine they belong to her, my peach, and im fine with that. Right now as I sip my drink I watch as Dante continues to try and get Damitri to tell us what his sick little mine fantizised about just a moment ago that had him pitchibng a tent like a pre-pubesent boy discovering p**n for the first time.

But he didn’t let me go without kissing me on the lips. Demian held out his hand to help me out of the car. I hesitated to take it, but I did anyway. However, I quickly let go of his hand. He looked at me, puzzled. The woman approached us and opened the gate to her house. “Good afternoon, Amanda. I’m Demian, do you remember me? We spoke yesterday to arrange a session. It’s about a curse.” “Yes, the curse that falls on the Moon deceived by her companion. I remember you.” She looked at me. “And you must be Dana, right?” she smiled kindly.