Demon Slayer Perfumes Novels & Stories

Then I walked three doors down to the perfume boutique. The saleswoman recognized desperation when she saw it. "Gift?" she asked. "Yes." "What does she usually wear?" "Something elegant and warm," I said. She pulled a bottle from the shelf. Dark glass. Gold cap. "This is our bestseller. Jasmine. Vanilla. Sandalwood." "Perfect, I'll take it." She wrapped it carefully while I stood there, hands in my pockets, smilling. Flowers, perfume, and chocolate. It always worked with Selene.

Her fingers trailed over my workbench before she picked up a bottle of my latest calming fragrance. “So this is the work of your famous Head Perfumer?” She opened the bottle, sniffed it, and wrinkled her nose. “Goddess, this smells like cheap perfume mixed with cleaning fluid.” A few people snickered. “Sylvia’s recent performance has been subpar,” Dylan added, backing her up. “She needs an adjustment.” The new formula I’d pulled all-nighters to perfect had won an industry award last month, and he was calling my performance subpar?

she murmured, checking the girl’s skin. “None, Mom! It’s nice!” The girl chattered and then curiously leaned in to smell me. “Mom, the smell on my sister's body really smells good.” Ms. Jan looked at me, curiosity piqued. “This smell seems familiar. Is it the bottle of perfume of "City Forest" I saw last time in the studio?” I smiled. “Yes. ” “Is there any chemical additive added here.” I shook my head, “One of my own blends—pure floral and plant extract. No chemicals.”“

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

The room smelled of ages old wine, sandalwood candles, and her perfume — something floral and rich, like night-blooming roses soaked in honey. Deimon sat back, his shirt forgotten somewhere behind the sofa, one arm draped across the cushion, wine glass dangling loosely between his fingers. The jazz played steadily, the candles flickered, and she was on her knees before him, her mouth working magic that unravelled every coiled nerve in his body. The sensation was exceptionally devastating.

She was too shy for that. “Relax.” Rose heard Stephano say as she felt his arms coming to rest on her waist and his long fingers tracing her belly. She gulped feeling him pull her towards him as her back collided with his hard body. She felt him rest his jaw on the right side of her shoulder and the cameras were flashing. Two of the staffs walked towards the edge to hand over the new demo perfumes which were like the Rose Gold collections but slightly different and more of a winter vibe. “Now turn towards each other holding the perfume in your hands and look at each other like love is in the air. Magnifico.” Mr Yuang boomed excitedly.

Then, she lifted the velvet box containing the silver mask and looked at me in awe. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “you look like someone who’s… untouchable.” A faint smile curved my lips. “Maybe because tonight, I’m not meant to be touched.” She laughed nervously before carefully placing the mask over my face. The silk lining brushed against my skin, leaving only my lips and a small part of my face visible. To erase my scent completely, I picked up a bottle of NightFang perfume—a blend of deep cedar and faint wolfbane—and sprayed it along my neck and wrists. The fragrance was potent enough to drown out the scent Alaric once knew by heart.

“He wants to order a custom batch. But more importantly, the Midnight Orchid performed exactly as designed on a live audience.” He rested his hand on my lower belly, pressing lightly. “Tomorrow we test the Forbidden Lotus. It induces total, helpless submission. Be prepared to beg for me in the most explicit ways possible.” As I left the perfume house, legs trembling and Damien’s warm cum still dripping down my thighs, the memory of being fucked on display for the unseen client burned hot in my mind. I had come here as a perfumer. Now I was becoming the living, dripping centerpiece of Damien Blackthorn’s most exclusive demonstrations.

Melanie explained. “Why should I consider this?” Derrick asked her back. “A high-end perfume is the most perfect collaboration product to boost your comeback. What’s more, I named this perfume of mine, Love And Lamentation, in commemoration of my late husband. If I may say so, the public’s impression of you is that of an affectionate and dedicated man,” Melanie explained sincerely. Derrick scoffed. “Just say that you deliberately dressed like this because I was trapped in the pain of my daughter’s death over many years.”