Demon Dancing Novels & Stories

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Anyone in the city knows what went douleur est érotique. He sat down, the beer by his right and the masked girl dancing in front of him. She swayed from left to right, twisting almost like a snake. She bends, brushing her fingers against his bulge. Fuck. His nether rose to the call. He was not getting it out. The girl was giving the best, but not enough to override the demons. “What do think she would look like dead” one said. She continued to move, this time falling on his thighs. She ground her way, roughing his trousers but it was only making the whispers loud.

Was he going to make a demon possess my body ? I closed my eyes. The anticipation of what being done to me made my muscles tense painfully and then, the most unexpected thing happening around me appeared like flames... My senses were scattered, but my vision was soon coated in the black when something pricked in my neck. All I saw as I fell back and darkness consumed me was the silhouette of a man fanning himself.

The thought made an almost unbearable amount of pain pierce through me. "Well hello there. Don't you look ravishing?" A voice broke in, pulling me out of my thoughts. A chill crept up my spine. Ethan. I quickly looked around to find that there was no one within hearing range. We were the only two people in that corner. I mentally cursed myself for isolating myself from the others. "Do you want to dance?" He asked as he took a step forward. I could tell that he was drunk. "No, I'm good." I said evenly

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

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.

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

Avila wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she slid down the stripper pole for the fifth time that night. It was exhausting! The club was packed, and she could feel the eyes of the customers on her as she danced to the beat of the music. She tried to ignore the lewd comments and catcalls, focusing instead on the money that was being thrown at her feet. It was the only thing that made the job bearable and worth it. It was the only thing still pushing her to grind and rock her body on the tall pole - the money.

, I say the first line of Macbeth to the empty auditorium and then I look at her, she was smiling, the one that reach her eyes. "My dearest love, Duncan comes here-to-night?", I say looking at her. She stands up straight and holds her right hand in her left. "And when go hence?" I laugh and she does too. "Take my hand fair lady, that we may dance", I say giving her my hand and she places hers in my palm. "Why, of course, Sir". We laugh so hard and she sits on the stage. "This isn't as awkward as I thought it would be actually."

For anyone. We dance slowly, my body and his linked together, and I can’t get enough. I don’t know how long we dance for, how the time passes, because all I feel and see is him. My Atlas. He is the one to break away first and lead me through the other dancers—a mixture of shifters if I’m scenting them all right. Humans and demons too. We come out of the dance-floor to a bar packed with people, but they part for Atlas like he is their king. The bartender opens up the bar, and we walk through to a curtain covered archway in the middle of the drink stand and into a small, private room.