Demon Of The Fleeting Blossom 소설 & 이야기

She then handed me a rose, I looked at it and it was a rose of white, I have learned that rose demons give roses according to their recent activities. From the color of the rose, it seems she had been crying, white rose implies the demon is in deep pain and sorrow, I wondered why they would put me in a room with such a sad demon. I then engaged the demon in a conversation and then asked, "how long have you been here, rose demon?" She then yelled at me, "Don't call me rose demon, I have a name you know!" I didn't answer her and she said, "my name is L."

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.

He then moves her hands so that he is holding them in one as he then can slide the other up and down the wonderful soft body he has trapped under him. Losing himself quickly to the pleasure of the screams around him and the struggles of the female under him, the lower Demon lets his forked tongue hang out and swipes it up Yasmine’s exposed neck and the side of her face. As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears.

“All together boys! One shouted and they all jumped up the dais steps. As they jumped they suddenly found themselves hanging in the air unable to move as Ruben encased them in a spell which stilled the air around them taking away their momentum and their ability to breathe. As they floating in the air, choking for their last breaths Ruben looked out over the rest of the demons. “Anyone else?” A ripple of sullen despair went through the crowd. The three demons were suddenly ripped apart by a strong rapid gust of wind, their blood raining down upon the crowd.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

“You're always hungry, Lys, and you never miss a good dinner. Today your favorite dish was prepared, and you never miss Friday dinners for anything.” Lysan didn't know how to respond, he didn't know anything about this body habits. Dyleon moved closer, leaning against the wall “Something's off with you Lys,” his voice dropped. “I'm not stupid, I've known you for three years, and—” Dyleon's gaze moved to the desk in front of him and his eyes caught the rose. “Where did you get that?” He picked the rose. “Uhm, I found it.” Lysan said, looking at Dyleon now.

I just cried and screamed for someone to help me and get me out of this but nothing came and Dimitri didn't stop. Then he attacked my blossom and started sucking it and biting it like if he wanted to cut it off. His every thrust made me bleed. I could feel the blood dripping, but he didn't stop until... my body felt sore, and I couldn't feel my body parts. After he is done he pushed my starved, drained and pained body on the floor and I flatly fall down. I just laid there lifelessly and prayed for help. My head was throbbing and every part of my body was screaming in pain.

I would wield it as a weapon, harness its power to bring justice to those who had wronged me. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, I rode on, deeper into the heart of the Black Woods. The wind whispered my name, a haunting melody that echoed through the trees. My heart, though battered and scarred, pulsed with a determination that could not be extinguished. For in the depths of darkness, where secrets and shadows dance, that's where everything would emerge from. That's where the Vampire's Flower would be buried and a devil would be born. The horse came to a halt as it couldn't enter the forest any further. I got off of it as I walked in the direction of my mother's grave. But, that was w

Katrina whispered to her ear. Elena looked at the artificial flower's vases around the lining room and smiled remembering Demon's words. Few days ago At Room Elena was putting flowers in a vase when Demon entered the house with some people. They were carrying several vases. "Put them here" Demon told them. The men nodded at him and put the vases on the floor, then left the room. "What are those, Demon?" Elena asked him. "From now you do not need to puck flower from garden. I have changed all vase in the mansion. We will keep those artificial flowers from now" Demon said to her and put the vases around the room.