Demon Clothes Novels & Stories

he whispered sluggishly and went to blow air slowly on my ear. Damn... I find it hard to decide if he is teasing or already testing me. "Yeah..." I answered while closing my eyes, feeling the goosebumps on my arms at the same time. "That's because I don't want to see that man's desire flaming in his eyes when he sees you in this dress. Believe me when I tell you, I am the Demon of Lust. If I am not immune to you appearing like this, how much more a mere mortal man huh?" I blushed again. Aunt Marcella really does know how to dress me up like a Barbie doll. I will give her credit for that.

all my air left my lungs, as I stood still. You could not see his halo or wings. His face was so peaceful, and he did not even make a sound. His hand was under his head; the other, on his chest. I smiled. I will just ask him in the morning. I walked to my side of the room, and opened the wardrobe. There were different colorful clothes to wear. Some of them I had never seen before. All of them dresses; some for night time, others for day time. I chose a dress that was long sleeved, and came down to my ackles. The gray dress had flower patterns on it. It reminded me of the wild flowers my mom would pick or have my dad pick in the grass field. I began to cry. I hugged the dress. It’s so hard to

And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood. I am dressed up as a demon, wearing a leather corset bodysuit with a tail. The bodysuit barely covers anything, but it looks badass. My boobs are pushed up, my waist cinches and years of workout show in my thighs and booty. I’ve paired it with fishnet tights and a black leather choker necklace. I look pretty sexy, and my look ends with dark makeup, red contact lenses, a red hair wig and knee-high hooker heels.

Demonica raise in the air as the black goddess blows a black smoke into her face. “Remember the deal. Destroy them all for you to live.” The black goddess said as Demonica stands looking at her hand and body, this time she changed really dark. Demonica’s beautiful blond short curls becomes black, her light green eyes changed into reddish, he pinkish lips become so scary red like blood and she is giving off a scary dark aura. Demonica is now wearing a red gown that reveals her back and cleavage and a red high heels. She smiles menacingly that sends shivers all over my body. She doesn’t look like the kind and loving Demonica we are seeing a little while back.

The person on the door, wore a long black cloth and face covered with white powder and a curled moustache drawn, between his thin lips and pointed nose, with marker. All the servants, just looked at him with jaw dropped. 'Did this man, lose his brain screws?' ZouMi was busy, so she didn't know about the creature on the door.

said the rainbow-haired demon. "Me too," said the wolf-eared demon. His stomach even grumbled loudly as if to show its desperation, causing others, including the wolf-eared demon, to chuckle and make some jokes. Food was soon brought in by demon maidens, some of whom had animal heads, but their shapely curves, enhanced by their simple yet alluring outfits, were not to be overlooked. One of them, a black and light blue-haired female demon with a pig's snout and massive boobs that were barely covered in the provocative clothes she was clad in, noticed the two handsome human warriors. And so, without wasting time, she made her way to them.

His outfit is simple enough but there's an intricate looking clasp at his neck that holds the collar of his shirt together, covering the lower half of his neck in a constricting sort of way. There isn't any other stitch markings over his clothing other than where the top button of his pants are, and it makes me vaguely curious how he gets in and out of both pieces without having to completely strip. My cheeks heat—actually, knowing that he's a demon, he probably absolutely gets naked. Demons are known to be completely shameless. "This is the spell you used…" He looks at me over the lip of the book. "Yes…?" He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

Felen was not given the opportunity to enjoy the room decorations that looked artistic and stunning, even though they gave a dark impression because they took the gothic theme. Their gazes were piercing as if they wanted to carve many small holes in Felen's body. Especially the gaze of the golden-haired female demon who wore a black dress combined with blood-red with a matching mask. He couldn't help but realize the identity of the woman who was staring at him very closely.