Demon Slayer Mouths Novels & Stories

Her reverie was shattered when Demon bit her lip, and she let out a sharp cry, "Ahhh!" Demon, seizing her hair, declared, "When I speak, your focus should be solely on me, understood." A certain intensity flickered in Demon's eyes, capturing Amber's full attention. When she hesitated to respond, he tugged her hair once more and insisted, "Do you comprehend what I'm saying or not?" Amber nodded in agreement, and Demon locked eyes with her, saying, "I've heard your voice. I've told you before, don't communicate with me through gestures."

The sword light flashes, and the Crimson Cloud Sword once again sweeps through this disgusting tongue, cutting it apart. "A critical hit! -610!" Another blow to its weak point. The Blood Infant suffers another setback, both pained and furious. "I will eat you! Devour you!" The Blood Infant's voice becomes mournful, like the cry of an owl, suppressing the soul. With the Blood Infant's desperate cries, its mouth, already large, splits open further, from the cheek area extending all the way to behind its ear. Originally with a large head, its mouth, after this new split, opens like a whale devouring the sea, appearing particularly eerie.

'Fuck my hand slapping that face' she sobbed in her mind as her hands wrapped around her mouth so she wouldn't gasp. The sunkissed prince was lying beside her. Half of his face is squished into the pillow, revealing only his left cheek, thick parted lips, and his venetian locks resting comfortably above his eyes. Damontry came a little closer to his face to find that his breathing was calm and she sighed with relief because he had not woken up, but she could catch a glimpse of a slight blush covering his cheek where she had slapped her. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her palm in anger to bite it and plunged her head into the pillow, deliberately covering her mouth to scream in pain.

The demon wailed and wailed and wailed until I removed it, laughing hoarsely as I slammed it down on the table. “Where is he?” I seethed, “Where is Morningstar?” “Your father was a fool, and so are you.” The demon clamped it’s mouth shut, it’s eyes shining with malicious glee. After a few seconds, black blood spurted from its mouth. With a croak, it spat something onto the floor at our feet. Something wet and fleshy and— It had bitten off it’s tongue. Ryker stepped back, his lip curling with disgust. He looked to where Kimberly stood, her hand clamped against her mouth. When his eyes flicked back to my face, they were hard.

I spit out. His whole demeanor contorts. In a flash, I'm pinned up against the locker with his hand squeezing my throat. "I'm ready for a rematch, and I know I can rip your heart out this time," he breathes out happily, leaning forward. "And I'll do it in front of your precious little mate. Then, I'll rip out his broken heart that's been shattered to pieces and feast upon it. How does that sound?"

He pried my lips apart with his lips, his tongue stealthily roaming the inside of my mouth. I gulped down the sudden excess spit in my throat down, holding my legs together as I was already feeling horny. After a few minutes of kissing, he withdraws from me, stepping back to catch his breath. "How was she able to lock up there."My index finger pointed towards the cage in which I had just broken. "Uhm...I..." He stuttered, sparing me a wink. "What's that wink for?" I asked, squeezing my face. "Thanks for coming to toy aid and the aid of the demon's clan."

Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those particular urges. While she was lost in those thoughts, Young was caressing her cheeks, lulling her mind and body into a false sense of security. She was just starting to relax in his hands when he asked, “I was right, wasn’t I?” When she didn’t respond he brought both hands down simultaneously. All she did was grunt, trying to maintain her stubborn silence. What usually would be the equivalent of provoking a puppy, was now the equivalent of enraging a dragon and this one was named Blood. With twice the force, his body growing thicker underneath her, he popp

Then, Adel said, "He… he is my mate." Adel stood there with her dainty fingers covering her mouth and her mate in front of her, in a surprised but wondering smile. The moment their eyes had made contact, he had run straight for her. The male had light blonde hair and brown eyes, which seemed familiar to me. But where had I seen them?

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

I swirl my tongue along its underside, teasing him as he lets out a low growl, his fingers pressing into my jaw. Blake’s thrusts quicken, each one intensifying the heat pooling within me. Demitri’s grip tightens, and he pushes deeper into my mouth, filling it, and I gag, my throat convulsing as he holds me in place. Each thrust from Blake sends me closer to the edge, pushing Demitri even further into my mouth. Tears blur my vision, sliding down my cheeks, my lungs burning with the need for air. Demitri finally pulls back just enough to let me breathe, a smirk on his face as I gasp, feeling a sliver of relief before he thrusts in again, rolling his hips deeper.