Demon Slayer Gory Novels & Stories

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

In this case, I don’t think it’s any of us. As the last wave of ghouls lunged at us, the demon began to run. I could feel the thundering of my heart in my ears. Fear was engulfing me as the demon roared, showing its dark orange throat. Almost as if it had swallowed hell fire itself. Its claw-like fingers elongated into sharp daggers.

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.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

In response, I used my sword to sever its right leg, causing it to fall in pain. I thrust my sword into its head, blood splashing across my forehead. Immediately, a sharp pain shot through me as a demon used its long nails to dig into my back, blood streaming from my mouth. Despite the agony, I retaliated, thrusting my sword into its stomach from behind. Turning around, I faced the fallen demon, swiftly cutting off its head. Holding my bleeding stomach, I surveyed the battlefield. The demons I had killed vanished, leaving no trace. Looking around, I saw that the demons had overwhelmed the knights. Some were on the ground, others dead, and a few fought valiantly within the swarm of demons.

They walk towards the cage. “I can feel it! My red sorcerers’ souls who devoted their life to me! Come to me! Feel me up with your filthy souls! Make me powerful!” Goryo shouted as he stands up raising his hands. They saw red shadows going through his body as keeps on laughing in an evil way. “What’s happening?” they ask while they watch him in terror. They saw Goryo’s body become huge and develop large muscles on his biceps and abdomen, he was twice taller and bigger than a normal person. He suddenly glared towards them with his red flaming eyes and pulled the chain.

He sank his teeth into the first neck, ripping his jugular out, snapping the bones there before turning to face the second one. Catching the fist as it came out of him, he jerked the demon hard toward him. At the same time, he snapped a hard punch deep into the chest. The momentum of the forward lurch helped drive Damonq’s fist deep. His fingers found the heart. As he extracted the wizened organ, the first demon attacked again, leaping on him, raking with teeth and talons, pounding at his back with desperate fists. Suddenly, the demon was gone and Gary was there.

“Whatever…Got it, now fight!” “You don’t tell me what to do, twat!” While I swiped towards him, he ducked down, looking as though he was trying to avoid my delivery of what he thought would probably be another punch into his face. However, although it may have looked like I swiped at him, I was aiming at the demon behind him, who just snuck up, ready to attack him from behind. However, given that Norgarth ducked down, I had full access to the demon's face, so I impaled the demon with my claws, staking them into the demon's eye, poking his eyeballs with the talons of my Lycan, which just popped out as wolfsbane started to wear off. The eyes of the demon exploded, and I ripped its eyeballs out

Limbs flew, heads rolled, yet the horde pressed on, claws raking furrows in his armor, drawing beads of blood that only fueled his roar—a primal thunder that shook the ground. Elian watched, heart—a mere echo in this form—pounding with awe and dread. The warrior fought alone now, his comrades' corpses littering the field like broken dolls, their blood pooling in rivulets that fed the mud. How could one man hold against thousands? The sword bit deep again, severing a demon's arm at the shoulder, the creature shrieking as it crumpled, pale skin splitting to reveal writhing shadows beneath. But exhaustion crept in; the warrior's swings slowed fractionally, breath ragged, a gash weeping crimson

The demon's eyes widened when she was suddenly on her knees with her body still shaking at the aftermath of her orgasm, and the hunter was inside her in a minute as he slammed inside her to the hilt. "You are a demon and you deserve to be treated like a slut." Lance growled, gripped her hips tight and repeatedly slammed inside her and Gresha started shamelessly screaming. "Fuck, shut up!" He yanked the ball gag from the wall and silenced Gresha with it and the demon drooled with a satisfied smile on her face. Lance lifted one of his legs on the bed and reached for the demon's throat, wrapping his hands around her without stopping his rough assault. Gresha choked and her eyes rolled back but