Demi Demon Nude Novels & Stories

*Grip* Instead of a spine crushing death, I felt a strong hand grip unto my left hand, suspending my entire body in the air. I trained my distorted brown eyes away from the darkness underneath me, all the way to the source of this help. My gaze landed on an unforgiving pair of deep blue eyes, gazing intently at my body. "Let go..." I whispered underneath my breath, not meaning a single word I said. Suddenly, he pulled on my arm, and effortlessly drew my entire body out of the well in one swift move. And before I could blink my eyes open, I had landed against his broad shoulders, sending us both crashing to the grass.

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?”

Demetri was a work of art, his body sculpted and powerful, every muscle defined under taut skin. I slid closer to the edge of the bed, my hands rising to explore the breadth of his shoulders, tracing the contours down his sides until I slipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt. His abdomen was a fortress of hard, chiseled abs, each ridge tempting me to linger. Without warning, Demetri leaned down, capturing my mouth with his once more, the kiss turning feverish and desperate. My palms roamed over him, tracing every sinewy line until he surged forward, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. The tattoos that adorned his chest and abdomen were mesmerizing—an intricate clock on his right breast

They would be on their knees crawling towards him by then, croaking out “Help! Please! I need water!” There’d be a moment when they would look away from him and when they’d look back Blood would be kneeled at their side, sipping on the glass in Young’s place. What little strength they had was used to scoot back but they’d back into a wall, finding themselves suddenly trapped in a cell with the Demon still sipping on his glass of ice cold lemonade that seemed to never empty. The heat never left them, somehow worse than when they were actually in the sun.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

She had black hair, black eyes, prominent cheekbones, and wore a plain black dress. “Who are you?” “I’m Innis.” “And I’m Alex.” “A-alex?” Right, that wasn’t a proper demonic name. Demons should have other names, terrifying, secret, steeped in legends... I smirked. “That’s the short form.” “What’s the long one?” “Why do you want to know?” The girl fluttered her eyelashes but was quick on her feet. “I have an offer.” Meanwhile, I was trying to get up on all fours, then sit. I did rather well, considering my weak limbs.

Demien stepped in, zipped the tent closed, and started undressing without a word. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest, defined abs, and that perfect V-line disappearing into his shorts. Then the shorts came off. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, already half-hard. I couldn’t stop staring. The memory of him eating Lena’s pussy and then fucking her senseless kept flashing in my mind, making my own cock twitch desperately. Demien noticed. Of course he did. He walked over to me, completely naked, and stopped right in front of my face. His cock was now fully hard, thick and beautiful, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

I answered. "Women?" She asked in a low tone. "Yes, so it's kind of embarrassing," I answered. "We are demons." She pointed out. "I know and that still doesn't change that I am a male, and you are a female," I answered. "Demons all bathe in the same river which is close to the forest, be it female or male, and they are allowed to make babies there because the water grants them fertility," Dinel said coldly when she grabbed a light blue robe.

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.