Demon Slayer Sleep Novels & Stories

April could not believe it, she bent and waved to his face but the demon still didn't open his eyes. "Sleeping? Are you really sleeping?" She scoffed. "He acted as though he never sleeps but here he is sleeping on this chair. Look at his face, i feel like punching that annoying face but I'll probably go six feet under if i dare do that." She mumbled to herself as she stared at the demon's face,he was annoyingly gorgeous that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Looking at his face, April wondered how he was able to sleep in that position, she doubted if he was actually comfortable sleeping that way. He could have just gone to his room if he was really feeling sleepy.

Better yet, they should have banded together and gotten rid of Lucifer himself! She sighs. ‘I guess they couldn’t kill him then. Otherwise they would have.’ Hours pass more slowly than usual, each minute felt longer but at some point, she found herself feeling sleepy as well. She did not want to sleep, especially not after last night’s torture. She wondered if he could do more than a bite through her dream. However, seeing how deeply Shedim was sleeping made her yawn and she laid down sideways, resting her head on the cushion for a few seconds.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Leonidas POV My Queen falls asleep quickly after our little tryst, but I am struggling to fall asleep beside her. Besides my throbbing cock, her arousal hangs thick in the air. My body is alight with a need I have never experienced before, but I will set my needs aside. She is worth waiting on. I will not rush her. She didn't bother to dress, and I can't stop looking at her. Everything about her is perfect. The swell of her breasts and the dip of her stomach is inviting. My fingers twitch to touch her, but she needs her rest. She is still healing from Anila’s spell.

She nestled into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a soothing lullaby that helped to ease her troubled mind. As she lay in his embrace, the worries and fears of the day began to fade away. The storm outside seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the comfort and safety she felt in Damon's arms. His presence was a balm to her soul, a reminder that she wasn't alone. Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a contented sigh as she drifted off to sleep. Damon held her tightly, his own eyes growing heavy as well. The sound of the rain outside became a gentle backdrop to their shared silence, a calming presence that enveloped them.

The sleeping remedy Atlas plunged into his neck taking its effect at an alarming rate. ‘Well damn now that was unexpected, shit. That ass hole’ the inner demon whined. Mortal bodies were so easy to render useless and now the demon was trapped, forced to wait out the effects of the sleeper agent.

He opened the massage again. "Who are you?" Demon mutter then put his phone back in his pocket. When Demon entered the room a beautiful scene came in front of him. Elena and Nathan were sleeping hugging each other like two twins babies were. Demon smiled then entered the washroom. After taking a long shower he came out and saw they were still sleeping. Demon got dressed and sat on the bed. "Sleepyheads woke up," Demon said and shook them slightly. Elena and Nathan both made irritating faces.

Rell had become a shut-in since the last time Blood had visited and it tickled his demon brain to witness such an audacious man finally displaying just how meek he’d always been. His bloodlust was absolutely appeased to witness the man had fell asleep in a fetal position and had held it even when he crossed over into the unconscious dreamlands. It was comforting to see him cowering in a similar way in which he chastised Asha for.

A bead of bright blood colored his flesh and Serenity looked at it, leaning in. Serenity’s mouth pressed against his lips, the drop of blood, cleaned away with her tongue and Thorne’s low moan echoed through her bones. His hands gripped her arms and pushed her back against the sofa and he stood, staring down at her, blood sliding down his chin. His hands lifted and as his memories flooded into her, he signed. “Sleep.” In all the years Thorne had been a demon, not once had his blood run cold. But the call from Jasmine, telling them Serenity had fled, did just that.

Damon POV At some point, I must’ve drifted. Sleep never comes easily. Not since the purge. Not since the war. Not since I buried the last person I ever cared about. But tonight… The dream comes hard and fast. And it comes hungry. She’s there - standing in the forest clearing, silvered in moonlight, the hem of her cloak soaked in dew and ash.