Demon Sitri Novels & Stories

He forced himself to watch with a self-hatred he'd never encountered as the demon grandstanded. "I, Sereitfeil, Bringer of Sorrows, will now create something from nothing and give you something to get hard for, my Lord." The demon Sereitfeil then brought his claw along the underside of Guru's cock and down to his hole. He molded the scratch with his magick and made a seeding pocket where there shouldn't be one. Spitfire watched his beloved tom try and fail to scream from the pain.

The other four newly-minted futa demons surrounded their leader, their fresh cocks hard and leaking, eyes glowing with lust. “Now for you, my precious Selene,” Lilithara purred, climbing over the center of the altar. “You get the deepest claiming of all.” She straddled Selene’s chest, aiming her massive, knot-swollen futa cock directly at the witch’s eager mouth. “Open that royal throat for your Queen.”

She got her wings by becoming a demoness. One day, she met Satan, the king of hell. She started living in hell beside him and worked for him. However, she fell in love with him. Her devotion made her crazy about Satan, who viewed Lilith as a diminutive demoness under him. All he wanted from her was to have children so that demons and demoness could spread more. Satan had many women around him. Everyone was working for him, producing children. However, among them, there was a woman extremely close to Satan. Her name was Astrit.

There was only one demon I knew who came with such an amount of coldness. Sirion - reaper of the witches! I struggled to get up but I was too weak, its back shadow loomed over me like a fog, covering me with a cruel smile as it reached for my soul. My eyes closed as I waited for my death. A loud screeching sound startled me and I jolted awake to behold the horror that was taking place before my eyes. “Ithra! Step aside!” It was Sarai, this time around, she was holding a black staff that expelled the Sirion from me.

Val and Damona gasped and were completely stunned. “Maybe your chant isn't strong enough. I can try to summon Kyrios.” Demonise uttered and walked towards Sabrina, then reached for the staff. My sisters looked at Demonise with a hopeful expression. Demonise chants a summoning spell. “Hear me out. Let my voice be heard in the deep abyss of darkness and hear my request. I shall command the spirit of the dragon devourer, Kyrios, to hear my plea and come to me. I summoned you!” After my sister chanted, the staff remained motionless. That time, my sisters broke into tears. Everyone was at a loss for words, except me because I’m everyone’s ray of hope.

This was the demon that had taken three years off of her life! "The fluctuations in his aura indicate that this demon is in the fifth circle. Dior, you're also in the fifth circle, right? Do you believe that demons should be taken lightly today?" With his back to Dior, Ifrit inquired. "No. Demons should not be taken lightly; they possess secret abilities, and most importantly, their aura is greater than ours." Ifrit returned her gaze to Dior with an appreciative gesture. Despite the fact that this hero had failed spectacularly, she was nevertheless well aware.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

That was inappropriate! It was a gorgeous night. A full moon was shining, and you could see stars in the clear sky. We prepared the summoning ritual in the tower, the same place as before. Only back then, it was Michelle who was the spectator and Martha, the summoner. This time, Martha just watched. I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands. "Hmmmm…" Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member