Romans & histoires Demon Slayer Lemon

He fought to hold it back, his whole body trembling with the effort. Damon's thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh. He was close. "Come for me, then," he snarled. "Come for Daddy. Pay your debt." That was all it took. The permission sent Leo spiraling over the edge. He cried out as his orgasm ripped through him, his release spurting over Damon's hand and the front of the metal desk. His ass clenched tight around Damon's cock, milking him. With a loud, guttural groan, Damon buried himself deep inside Leo and came, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

Damon’s hand slipped under my blouse, palming my breast, pinching my nipple until I gasped. “Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin her,” he muttered. Sterling finally pulled his fingers free, wiping them across my lip. “Not yet. She’s not ready.” “I think she’s dying for it,” Damon argued, already tugging at my panties. Sterling’s voice cut sharp. “Patience.” Damon groaned but obeyed, instead sliding my panties to my knees and smacking my ass with a sharp slap. I yelped, heat flooding me.

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.

The lady now known as Lilly, and Demon's wife, said. ***** Jess House: She tried to push him off before she succumbed to his kisses, but he wasn't moving. The kiss stopped as it began and Demon quickly leaned and stole a kiss before he gave a tiny space between them. "I love you Elena and I don't care if you love me back or you hate me. I know it will never change the fact that I am an assassin, a very dangerous one at that. But you should know after kissing you, I don't think I can ever leave you or stay away from you like you said." Demon told her and walked past Elena and entered the house.

“Tell me to leave right now… or beg me to insert every inch of this demon cock inside your tight little pussy.” Esmeralda bit her lip until it hurt. Her mind was screaming danger this was a real demon in her Brooklyn bedroom. But her body was on fire. Her pussy throbbed and dripped, aching for him. “We… we shouldn’t,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t even know what you really are.” Lucien gave her a wicked, patient smile. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple deep into his warm mouth, slow and greedy, while the head of his cock teased her entrance.

More wax dripped onto her ass, making her arch. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled. “Since you moved in. I’m obsessed with you, Lila.” Lila breathed fast. “Then why tease me for years?” Damon wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. “Because I can’t breathe when other guys look at you.” He pushed three fingers inside her soaked pussy. “This cunt is mine. Say it.” “It belongs to you,” she gasped. Damon fingered her roughly, edging her again and again. “Not yet, beg.”

Damon scoots closer brushing her hair off her face. "Nor do we love them as much as you, or make love to them like we do or fuck your tight pussy that gets soaking wet just at the mere sight of us." Immediately she slap his chest feeling moist on her lips. Squeezing her legs tight under the sheets to ease the ache. "Just as you are now. Kitten stop tempting us, this is a distraction we always succumb to and you know it's difficult to resist you in this mood." Damon groans lowly sniffing the air tainted with her arousal, his eyes turning gold.

She says in disbelief. My demon rises from the depths of my eyes, ready to prove to our mate that he is here. She stumbles back and leans on the wall for support. “Why are you doing this, Zoe? I was in demon form when we made love last night. I told you that I’d never hurt you.” I reach for her loose hand and lift it to my face. Her arm tenses but doesn’t retract. Her hands look fragile and small under my demon claws. I rub the back of her hand over my jaw and lips to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. “You have me in the palm of your hand, luv. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” My demon voice blends with my own to make it sound huskier. Her breathing quickens, and her aquamarine eyes

“You’re mine now.” “Of course I am,” I whisper back. “I always have been. You just didn’t want to believe it.” “Well, I do now,” Damon replies. “And now you’re really going to get it.” The first slam jolts me. The second makes my eyes water. The third makes me come again. “Damon!” I cry out as another orgasm catches me off guard. My womanhood clenches down, and my body begins to seize. I expect Damon to stop and wait, give me time – but he doesn’t. In fact, he ramps up.

He chuckles, his breath hot against my ear. "Not yet, slut," he whispers. Zane is the last, his fingers replacing Axel's. He slides two fingers inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit. I'm so close, my body trembling with anticipation. But he pulls away, leaving me whimpering and begging. "Please, Alpha," I cry out, tears streaming down my face. "Please let me come." They laugh, their eyes filled with lust and amusement. Damon leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a hard kiss.