Demonic Dancing Novels & Stories

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

Hee hee, Bum chicki chicki chick. Dancing while waving his hips out, he did this for good few minutes and finally at the end, he did a moon walk, turn around and hand on his head mimicking a bow with hat. On the other side, when he started with his dance, ZouMi burst into uncontrollable laughter and even fell on the floor clutching her stomach. Tears rolling down her eyes, and she just couldn't stop laughing. The white face of hers, turned red from the loss of breath.

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us… Blood spurting in our face and covering our clothes… Sliding through a pool of mess as we glide our way through, taking each Demon and taking the very essence of their life from their bodies as they drop to the floor and disappear. Soon we are joined by Azron and Dagon that take the ones that managed to get past us. As a complete unit, we bring the end to a group of Demons…

I’m deeper still. The smell is rancid as I descend the steps into a damp and cloyingly warm chamber sitting past that first picturesque mausoleum. A pentagram is burned into the earth here, and I mean it is actively alight and glowing, like cherry red coals in a fire. Stood inside is a thrashing mass of what looks like tar and shadow and crimson eyes – Even with Ashmedai in control, my body vomits at the sight of it, the feel of him-- “Daniel,” Christian softly calls. He’s stood trapped in the center of that pentagram, glowing with heavenly light. The demonic mass is nowhere to be seen, but I know that thing is still lurking here, right behind Christian's breathtaking, stolen image.

Cirella laughed so hard, she was clutching her stomach. "Come on Belle, he would not do that. He would just try to get into those pants of yours." Dante chuckled with his wife. Demos, which who in turn went by Dem in the human world, was one of her dancers when they practiced for tours and special events. He was a very big pervert but had a huge heart. She almost felt sad sometimes knowing how he lost his wife in childbirth. "Just promise me you will not over do it CiCi." Cirella unfolded her wings and sighed.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

“The Winter Dance is the biggest event of the year – we can make an educated guess that the demon will show up there. Demons are drawn to violence, so all we can do is stage an act of violence and hope that our demon is, well, attracted to it.” I nodded, but something was nudging at me, right at the back of my mind. I was on the brink of a realisation, and I squinted out across the garden, into the darkness, trying to force it to come forth. Something wasn’t right. Something didn’t fit the pattern. But, try as I might, I couldn’t work out what it was.

I gave her a wink as I continued on with the upbeat song. "Sendin' out the message to all of my friends, we'll be lookin' flashy in my Mercedes Benz." I started clapping to the beat and dancing on the counter. Kira tried to mimic me, but had no rhythm and no moves. I couldn't help but laugh. My lips kept singing the song as the demon smashed around with his retrieved hammer. One by one, the orcs, giants, and humans fell. By the end of the song, the Horage demon stood in the middle of the bar area surrounded by his destruction.

I ask for two shots of tequila and three slices of lemon, drink it fast, and go on to the dance floor. Surrounded by many creatures like sirens, minotaurs, futanari, incubus, elves, and many others; everyone is dancing like there is no one watching; kissing strangers just because you feel like kissing; here you won’t hear someone saying no to sex. I dance my heart out, enjoying myself as much as I can, when an incubus approaches me, with his strong, muscular body, immense wings, and horns on red fire. Dancing behind my back, holding me by my middle, I touch his powerful hands and feel them burning. That is the case when an incubus has a really strong desire for someone.