Demon Slayer Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

"You really are a demon! Lightning fist," BOOOOOMMMMM...

"Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood." The king stepped back with a lingering gaze on my face and I walked to the goddess' statue. "Hold your palm above the chalice and cut it with the dagger to mix your blood with the holy liquid." The priest instructed and I followed. The dagger was cold to the touch but when it pierced my skin, the blade was as warm as the summer sun.

We were dismissed. As the door shut behind us, the demon purred. 《There’s something calling to me in that room. Mmm. Delicious.》 My brows drew together. “Do demons… eat?” 《Not the way you think. But I suppose we can find it later.》

“And more.” I nodded as I swallowed, my throat raw. I grabbed his hand and pushed it down as my gaze went cold. “What’s the catch?” The smirk on his face widened–hungry, pleased. “You’re a demon,” I said, my voice firm. “I know you wouldn’t give all that for fucking free.” “Aren't you stereotypical?" Thorne mumbled I rolled my eyes. "You are right though. Everything comes at a price.” I bit down on my lip. "State yours.”

"I shouldn't trust you. Could you test it another way?" "I could," he agreed. "You'll give me a taste of your blood anyway when you release me, right? Just do it now." I put the cup on one of the corners of the pentagram, and the demon took a sip. He savored it, like a fine wine, let it roll on his tongue for a minute, then licked his lips and nodded.

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

“Sorry about that, just thinking out loud.” “What is the world coming to when a gorgeous girl sits at my bar alone? Is this tragedy? Or a fortuitous turn of events for me?” He smirked. I swiveled in my stool to face him. The full weight of Damon’s gaze tore right through all my barriers. Crap! So much for my covert reconnaissance mission. And then his words finally struck home. “Excuse me? Is that your go-to pick up line?” I accused while fighting a smile.

His voice was still slightly horse from sleep and the current activity. "Remember that bitch at the grocery store that felt me up? Well this is like that. Lemme show you what that demon can't do. I'll make you forget all about him," he vowed warmly. "Mmhmmm, yer the demon slayer alright," he replied softly. Tony smiled wide at him. Shit, Dillon had just crossed over into 'hopelessly in love.' "You killed it and saved the day! My birthday actually- ohhh I get it. Go all the way for me more?"

“Make love to me.” Damon asks, “Are you sure?” I'm lying on my bed and he's lying on top of me, patiently looking at me. “Yes.” I reach my hand up and cup his face. I lean up to kiss him. I feel everything in this kiss, everything. I don't know how long we kiss and I really don't care. I just can't believe this is all happening to me. I'm not human and I'm about to make love with a demon…a demon who is the Prince of Hell and I'm his mate. His mate...wow. I guess there is such a thing as soulmates!

The movement must have awakened him, or he was totally faking it, and he slowly raises his head. His smile is slow and cruel, like he's having a blast screwing with us. "You want my name?" he asks, his voice like gravel as he looks straight at me. "Not before a little kiss from the Queen." Without warning, the door flies open, pounding against the wall before it slams shut, echoing in the room for another deafening couple of seconds. The Demon shuffles in his chair, pulling himself up like he's preparing himself for battle. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Master himself." He chuckles. "Looks like someone called in the big guns."