Demon Dean Fic Novels & Stories

“You haven’t fed us in a month, Damien. I couldn’t hold back. I crave blood. You can’t fight that—it’s our nature.” I clenched my jaw, trying to block him out, but he kept pressing. “Give us blood. We made a deal.” I opened my eyes and looked toward the stream. A deer stood there, drinking peacefully. I rose, moving slowly. “Don’t you dare give us deer blood,” the demon snapped, disgust dripping from every word. “I can’t keep drinking human blood,” I muttered aloud. “I can hear your thoughts, Damien. You’ll only get weaker with animal blood.”

— The reflections of Dean's glowing eyes in his amulet, walking on the material of the turtleneck, almost blinded me and I barely held the phone in my hands. — I would not say that my race is good, even though I have become like this without desire: I am a ghoul. This is not a rotting subspecies of zombies. I was bitten at the age of five...—Dean sighed. The eyes, black as night, disappeared behind fluffy eyelashes and then looked at me again.—Aren't you an angel?— — No, I don't , I'm as far from angels as you are from people, Dean. I'm just an Ultima priest.— I touched his hand for a second.

I only met a few of them, Kira is the only one I recognised from that bunch. "Unfortunately I do" I snarled, pulling the chair beside the grand seat. Dean's lips twitched by his side as he took a bite of his waffle. My eyebrows furrowed at him. I had no idea that demons had an appetite. They are dead after all. "Huh?" Dean stared at Lauren, his lips pulled in a smirk. At that moment I was angry enough to lift the fork nearby and stab his face. Multiple times. The thought made me disgust, a few seconds later. Hell was starting to affect my thoughts and in a bad way.

"You need to stop having negative thoughts. Focus on yourself first. We will find her for you." "Yes, my lord." Dean patted his side, probably in support, and it should probably hurt, but his entire body has gone numb. His mind was not far behind. The demon didn't understand. None of this makes sense. He wanted to protest, but his jaw locked, and the edges of his vision darkened. Trying to keep his eyes open proved to be a task, head lolling back. Not even another second went by before he passed out. Over the next couple of days, he got used to having the fairies around; began to drown their happy chirping. He was unconscious more often than not, dreaming of a life with his lover and magical

He blindly grabbed his angel hand, sharply pivoted on the spot, and ran. He only succeeded in running about a good half-block of length away when another type of demon blocked his path. His heart thudded in his chest and not even the assuring warmth of Sam body pressed close to his could comfort him. The spade-like hands of the green-skinned Oni demons spread with every step they took to decrease the distance in between and Dean forcefully summoned another bout of his magic with a twist of his shaking arm.

"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?"

I shook my head rapidly. “No,” I cried weakly as he yanked off his pants, and stepped into the bath. “Yes,” he hissed, wading towards me. “Fuck you smell so good, so fucking good.” “No, Damon. I don't want this-” “The scent coming from your pussy says otherwise, baby,” Dean replied. I glanced behind me to see he had torn off his clothes and was stark naked. His shaft, jutted out above my head, thick, and long and oh my fucking gosh, was that a piercing at the head?

"You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place" "What's written there?" I asked as she just stared at the book with horror plastered on her face.I snatched the book from her. "Demons just don't go back unless their purpose is fulfilled and if by any chance, two of them are in front of each other, they become stronger and overtake a body to kill it slowly for full possession. It is said that once it happened and countless lives were taken away, fear in people is their craving which lures them to seek more control"

His thrust was becoming unbearable by the second and more painful than anything she had felt before. He finally slowed down and cummed in her, that was exactly what she wanted. He pulled out of her completely and the spell cleared from his eyes. Before he could react, Demona released three demons from her and they possessed him. With his own hand he snapped his own neck and died. Cassandra smiled, He had cummed in her and she was just a step away from taking the Luna title from Scarlett, her plans were going well.

My mouth burned the moment his member entered but the pain only made me want more of him. At first it was difficult as his dick was too big to fit in my mouth, but seconds later, I adapted. I soon found myself sucking his juicy cock, drool dripping down my lips as my head bobbed up and down. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't his doing any longer, but mine. I wanted him badly, to have his burning cum coating the walls of my mouth. I wanted… the Demon King. I know it sounds like a lot, but it didn't start here. Let me tell you how I summoned the Hell Overlord–and made a deal I couldn't escape.