Demon Slayer Masked Guy Novels & Stories

Dully, through the corner of my eyes, I see that the other masked men have taken out their cocks and are stroking themselves, but I don't get much of a look as He chokes me lightly, thrusting deep into me at that spot. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and he keeps fuking me deeper. “You belong to the mask now. You’re nothing but an anonymous cum- doll; Do you understand?” “Yes---- use me---- please------” Someone walks to us then, and He pauses, giving me time to catch my breath and look up to see who it is. It's a man wearing a silver mask. He cups my left breast, and squeezes it. “Can I taste her?” he asks and Gold Mask grunts.

They’d finally snapped and found a way to corner me without Dante seeing. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a weapon, a phone, a door—anything. And then it opened. Emilia froze. A tall man walked in. His presence filled the space immediately. He was dressed in all black, his suit tailored and crisp, the mask from the masquerade now gone to reveal a chiseled face, smooth olive-toned skin, and dark hair swept back in soft waves. His eyes were cold and intelligent, gleaming like obsidian under the lights.

Every inch of him held tight in control, and fuck if that doesn’t make me clench. The kind of man who doesn’t need to say a word to make your whole body sit up and beg. His suit is tailored perfection, all sleek black menace. And that mask? Onyx and blood-red, shaped like a grinning demon with curved teeth, wicked and gleaming. Gorgeous. Dangerous. Exactly what I came for. The Gentleman. He stares at me like he already knows what I sound like when I fall apart. Doesn’t say a damn word for a long second. Just drinks me in.

At this critical moment, a mysterious young man from the Eastern Ancient Kingdom appeared. He wore a black mask, which was engraved with the pattern of a godly hawk. He was in the midst of a hail of bullets to rescue Yeer. None of the top masters was a match for this mysterious young man. If you touched it, you would die! Anyone who touched it would be injured! The mysterious young man's figure was like a ghost. Hundreds of top-notch men in black were killed by the mysterious young man and fled in panic. Thus, the number one God of War in England was rescued by the mysterious youth.

And without restraints, he laughed out loud. "That sounds ridiculous even to your doesn't it? And even if I was going to fuck someone, it would be a woman, one I'm sure is sure if her gender, not some guy with some tight asshole looking as desperate as a list puppy would for love." Gray said as he stood up. Despite the fact that he was shirtless and only had a pair of Stylocity joggers as his bottoms, he still had an impossibly aura. Kelvin felt close to tears for many reasons at the same time.

Wilhelm said to the masked man. The masked men left after accepting the order. Soon, someone showed up at the entrance to the stadium. He had a long mustache and was wearing occultist garb. His footsteps were light as air, and it almost looked like he was floating. The man was old but had a youthful face and the bearing of an otherworldly being. He was clearly a master martial artist. “Greetings, Mr. Moreno,” everyone except Dustin said when the man walked in. Even the Martial Saints did not dare to show the slightest hint of disrespect.

Not yet. Just as I was about to step away from the wall and force myself into the crowd, a figure emerged from the sea of masks and gowns. He was tall, his broad shoulders accentuated by the tailored black suit he wore. His mask was simple yet striking— a deep obsidian with silver accents that caught the light as he moved. His hair was dark, neatly styled, and his eyes, though hidden behind the mask, seemed to pierce through the shadows, locking onto mine. My heart skipped a beat as he approached, his movements calm and deliberate. He stopped a few feet away, bowing slightly in a gesture of respect.

She mustered up her last ounce of strength and began to try to wiggle free again while she pleaded. “Please…” She saw then the shadow was a man wearing head to toe black armor his face was concealed by a black mask. He leaned over her and she thought it would be the end for her. The monks had somehow summoned this demon when they were trying to retrieve the jewel from within her she thought. She watched him pull out a knife. She grew still.

Who knows how long this person has been following or watching my every move. I turned defensive training kicking in automatically, but the attacker moved with inhuman speed. A figure cloaked in what appeared to be living darkness lunged toward me, face obscured by a mask that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. The mask itself was featureless except for two narrow eye-slits that revealed nothing of the person behind it. I couldn't yell if this person was a male or female.

there was excitement in her voice. Yi replied, “I couldn’t, or I can say, no one can find about their identity… because apart from being the King of the Underworld, this Demon Lord is also a top notch hacker, he has hidden everything very meticulously… Also, no one has ever seen his bare face…” “What… do you mean…” Su Yeon’s heart started thumping crazily. “Demon Lord always wears a metallic silver mask which covers his entire face except for eyes and lips…” Yi said with a fixed gaze.