Demon Slayer Dance Novels & Stories

Just as the song ends all the girls race down the stairs. They are at Lexi’s side just as Ed Sheeran's “ Shivers.” starts playing. Lexi looks up at Luther and me as she pops her hips in time with the music. She never takes her eyes off of us as she dances. The way Lexi sways her body almost looks like a snake. She rolls her hips and shakes her ass. I see other males looking at Lexi while she is dancing seductively. “ Like Lexi said. Let them look and see what they can’t have.” Stone said. “ Besides, look at her. She only has eyes for us.” Diesel said. Lexi has no clue what is going on around her since she hasn’t taken her eyes off us. She is dancing just for us. “ I like the show but fuck if

The girl has not yet made her way to the pole. The girl at the chair makes her way down the stage and pulls Ant by his shirt onto the stage. She sits him down on the chair and begins to give him a lap dance. She starts by grinding her ass into his crotch. Then she turns around, wrapping her legs around his waist and rubbing her pussy against his raging hard-on. She is circling him, kissing him on his neck, and raking her nails down his chest. At times she is riding his legs, rubbing her pussy against him.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

"She's bonded." "Doesn't stop them from trying." Damon steps closer. Protective. "Stay near one of us at all times." "I'm not a child." "No. You're our mate. Which makes you a target." His hand finds my lower back. Possessive. "Dance with me." "What?" "It's tradition. Newly bonded mates share the first dance." "I don't know how to dance." "I'll teach you." He's already pulling me toward the floor. The music swells. He puts my hand on his shoulder, holds my waist. Starts moving.

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

She managed to exude a sexy aura from her entire body just through that dance. For a moment, his eyes were fixated, captivated by the striptease-style dance presented by Keyara, until Grey unconsciously swallowed his saliva. Keyara then stopped dancing and bowed, opening her hands and bending one knee as if she were showing respect. Grey immediately clapped his hands a few times. "Amazing! An amazing erotic dance! I didn't expect you to be able to pull it off!" said Grey, clapping his hands loudly. Keyara then approached Grey, sitting back at the table and leaning her body close to Greys.

"Don't you want to see your god-daughters dance the Cossack Sword Dance again?" "Ah, yes! I almost forgot," Trotsky said with a smile and turned to Vale. "Why don't you show our special guest the dance?" Vale was ready to protest when Damir quickly shoved a long sabre into her hand and pulled her to where the music started and the song began. She was blushing red under my gaze, but maybe it was just the heat from the fire. Damir smiled in encouragement as the other male hunters and soldiers eagerly watched her in anticipation.

And now looking at her, he can feel his boxers tightening as the sensation succumbed to his entire body. “I can’t stand this. Let’s dance with them,” Damon stood as if they felt the same way. Clyde just drank his remaining shot in one gulp and stood too. Damon went into the dance floor and was greeted by some of the girls. They even attempted to dance with him but he just shook his head and passed into him just to get where Trisha is.

"Scarlett has already proven her worth, Elara. She does not need to entertain your doubts." "Then let us follow the old ways," Elara challenged, a cold smile touching her lips. "The Dance of the Moon and Shadow. If she can hold the floor with you, My King, then the Southern Pack will acknowledge her. If not... then she is merely a guest, and guests eventually leave." The hall erupted in low barks of agreement. It was a trap. The Dance was a high-speed, predatory ritual where the Lycan’s strength and the mate’s agility were tested to the limit. For a human, it was often a death sentence of broken bones.

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.