Demon Romance Books Novels & Stories

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 2** Lila woke up the next morning feeling like she had been fucked by a hurricane. Her body ached in ways she had never imagined. Her pussy and ass were swollen and tender, still leaking faint traces of glowing demon cum that tingled warmly inside her. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and claw scratches. Her throat felt raw from screaming and choking on Azrael’s monstrous cock.

I just found where I'm going to spend the rest of my time while Keo is absent. I spend at least half an hour inspecting as many books as possible before one piques my interest. It's particularly old, written over a century ago. By the looks of it, it details some Angel-blood history regarding Demon's. Lugging the book upstairs, I lay it on my bed, flipping the cover open. I take my time scanning the small text, learning about the war, about Angel's depiction of Demon's. It's rough, hearing how they detail the mass death's, and how they justify it.

Chapter 25 "Deeper! Deeper?" Diana's soothing voice almost like a whisper to Damon's ears. She's liking the sensation of being on top of him bouncing her behind with full of eagerness. Their bodies reunited once again for the second time. Damon's was using his magical powers to connect to Diana's inner consciousness. On the other hand, he didn't know either that Diana was under the spell of a succubus demon. Her body wanting it. The more he thrust his hardness, the more she engaged in his every thrust.

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

All coherent thought dissolves, leaving only the primal need to submit, to serve, to be claimed and used by this demonic master. Damon's roar of ecstasy echoes through the chamber as he reaches his climax, his massive cock pulsating and spilling his dark essence deep within Hazel's quivering depths. He holds her in place, pinning her to the bed as he empties himself inside her, marking her womb with his infernal seed. As the waves of his orgasm subside, Damon withdraws, leaving Hazel gaping and dripping with his cum. He turns her over onto her back, looming above her with a cruel smile.

he presses, his hand on my waist squeezing, so hard through the clustered material of my dress. Yes. “No.” I choke out, my voice merely a whisper. He wants it this way, he wants me to break, and I do, I give into him, playing with him. Playing his dirty game because the sooner we're done playing, the sooner he leaves. I learnt that the hard way, and will never repeat that mistake, it's better to give the demon what he wants and drown in it, because he's mine. We all have ours, but mine is the worst, and he likes the chase, but this time I brought myself to him on a silver platter. He groans in satisfaction, his movements inside me faster.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. >>>>>>>>>>>>>> From the Author: Hello guys, it's the Author, The story is gradually becoming intense, why did you think Damion, Damon demon's name pull him towards the scene. If you failed to read the Synopsis of the story, please read again. "Unending mysteries" Ever heard of Dark Romance?

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”