Demonic Obsessions Novels & Stories

"Not nervous, per se. Just... overwhelmed." I couldn't blame him. The Lust Sect was a lot to take in, even for someone who'd grown up in Hell. Everywhere we looked, there were writhing bodies in various states of ecstasy. Demons with multiple limbs entangled with mortal souls, succubi feeding off the energy of their willing victims, and creatures I couldn't even name engaged in acts that would make a p**n star blush. "Jesus fucking Christ," Sebastian muttered under his breath. I snorted. "Wrong celestial, buddy. This is definitely more my dad's domain."

He was so mad that his inner demon was almost ready to possess him. “I was and will be the God of death in everyone's eyes.” ★★★

“You sound like my dad.” Mario snorted. “Trust me, kid. The Devil’s Den isn’t for wandering angels.” Mira gave him a small nod, touched by the warning, even if she didn’t fully understand it. The base of the club throbbed beneath her feet: the pulsing music, flashing neon lights, bodies moving against each other like sin wrapped in flesh. This place was very sensual and loud, and she wondered how people were able to tolerate such noise for a very long time. This was something she would face soon, and she had to get used to it. She sighed heavily as her shoulders relaxed.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

But I got the bathroom at least. “Who did this shit? Why is he always trying to annoy me so bad?” I growled, curling my fist. Swinging my hands, I marched up the stairs, but I collided into my prey, or should I say, predator. “I need to talk to you privately," I said and folded my arms. He rolled his eyes in boredom. "Again," he muttered with hooded eyes that made heart palpitate. “She wants it in private." Damien smirked and winked at me. I only stared back in complete disgust.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

And something far worse waiting just beyond the veil—watching, waiting, calculating. She squeezed Dante’s hand. “We face them together,” she said. “Until the end,” he vowed. “No,” she said with a soft smile. “This is just the beginning.” Then the Gate ignited fully, casting the chamber in crimson and gold. And the Devil’s obsession? She no longer feared it She was ready to become it.

I pant, placing my hand on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I just went down on my knees to suck a man’s dick. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Fucking too much that I'm hard. I can feel my dick straining against my pants. I want to walk back to that room, strip before Nikolai, so he'll run his tattooed fingers through my body, touch me as his fucking breath fills my nose. I want to get off and I want Nikolai to be the one to do it. And that overall is entirely wrong. I've had vulgar thoughts, but not at a man. I've never been attracted to a man. But Nikolai? That bastard is like a fucking magnet, each time I try to get away, he draws me even closer.