Demon Slayer Hot Springs Novels & Stories

Waiting for the perfect opportunity to swallow the Whitmore family whole. A few hours later, Lorenzo and Forrest finished their game. Anna remembered their talk about the hot springs earlier. Since there was no time to talk business in the afternoon, she planned to find an opportunity in the evening. Supreme Hot Springs was a high end spa Forrest had just opened. It was built at the foot of the mountain, drawing from volcanic springs and surrounded by cherry blossoms. Both the environment and the quality were top tier. Anna had no reason to refuse. It was both a show of support and a chance to get closer to Lorenzo.

EMBER’S POV The hot spring is exactly where the sign said it would be — a natural thermal pool set into a rocky clearing off the highway, steam rising from the surface into the frozen air, the water glowing faintly blue-green from the mineral content. It’s deserted because it’s two in the morning and sane people are sleeping, and we are not sane people and have not been sane people for some time. I strip off Knox’s jacket and the borrowed hospital scrubs and walk into the water in my underwear, and the sound I make when the heat hits my body is embarrassing and involuntary, and I don’t care.

"Is that Emma? Tell her she's invited too. In fact, bring all your friends. The more the merrier for our soft opening." After confirming the details, I hung up, turning to Emma and Ruby. "Katherine Hayes is inviting us to her hot spring resort opening next weekend. Anyone interested?" Emma bounced in her seat. "Absolutely! I've been working out for weeks. My waistline is finally back to normal after that injury." Ruby looked uncertain. "I've never been to a hot spring before." "They're amazing," Emma assured her. "Especially for werewolves. The mineral waters enhance our healing abilities."

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"We did not make it to the pools." "What pools?" Her voice was drowsy and sensual from his lovemaking. His heart turned over, and his body tightened in anticipation. "The tunnel leads to hot springs, a beautiful spot where we can rest for a time. I was taking you there when you seduced me." Caitlin laughed softly. "Is that what I did? If all it takes is opening your shirt, we’re in for a wild time together." Zendedari nuzzled the warmth of her neck, lazily slid his attention lower to the invitation of her full breasts. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

He seemed determined to explore every inch of her, to see exactly how much she could take before she shattered. He pressed her against the crystalline walls of his chambers, the cold surface against the furnace-like heat of his body. He entered her from behind, his hands flat against the wall on either side of her head, his rhythmic thrusts echoing through the stone. Later, he led her to a hot spring tucked away in a hidden corner of the palace. The water was unnaturally clear and carried a thrumming energy that made every nerve ending in her body sing. He fucked her in the shallows, the water splashing around them, magnifying every touch until she was sobbing from the sheer sensory overload

They would be on their knees crawling towards him by then, croaking out “Help! Please! I need water!” There’d be a moment when they would look away from him and when they’d look back Blood would be kneeled at their side, sipping on the glass in Young’s place. What little strength they had was used to scoot back but they’d back into a wall, finding themselves suddenly trapped in a cell with the Demon still sipping on his glass of ice cold lemonade that seemed to never empty. The heat never left them, somehow worse than when they were actually in the sun.

"Refreshing." This hot spring is approximately 10 feet deep and our only spaces to step on are the ledges of the rock or lean on the edge like what I'm doing; both of my elbows are supports as I lean backward, my body is half submerging, and look up at the sky with my eyes close. Together with the silence, it's purely relaxing. The water began boiling while the temperature remains. I thought a hidden volcano beneath is about to explode until I saw that Dandeline is performing an enchantment with her hand underwater.

Several near us and Yeomorah slows down, giving them time to brush my skin or to grab my behind. Panting and burning, I look behind me as we stop before a room. A room with a large iron door. Inside is a large clawfoot tub with servants pouring buckets of water. Several older, and scare faced ladies dump what appears to be large salts into the steamy water. Several demons follow us in, and one kicks my face before I can curl up or flip to cover myself. I'm dragged beside the tub, and Yeomorah kicks up under me to flip me to my back. I squirm in pain and he takes advantage of the moment to grab my other ankle, pining one at either side as he looks down on me.

However, he was only able to see and touch it, and was not even qualified to touch it. None at all. After Yang Xiao exited the Emperor's Divine Spring, he had nearly sucked dry all of the energy inside. However, he still intentionally left a bit. This way, in a few years, the Emperor's Divine Spring would be able to be completely transformed. When that time came, Yang Xiao might be able to absorb it again. Yang Xiao would never do something like killing a chick for its eggs. As soon as he walked out of the Emperor's Divine Spring, before he could take a breath, Lord Shadow arrived. "Your Highness, the trip to the Bermuda Demon Triangle is about to begin!"