Demonic Obsessions Novels & Stories

The demon materialized behind him, visible now to everyone: obsidian skin, ridged fourteen-inch cock throbbing upright, horns gleaming in candlelight. The congregation screamed. Some fled toward the doors, locked now by invisible force. Others fell to their knees, crossing themselves frantically. The incubus ignored them. He gripped Damien’s hips with clawed hands and slammed home in one brutal thrust. The priest’s scream echoed off the vaulted ceiling, raw, ecstatic, profane. “Forgive me… Father… for I have sinned…” The demon began to fuck him in earnest, long, punishing strokes that made the altar shake. Each ridge dragged mercilessly over Damien’s prostate, battering it without mercy. The

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

he uttered. “Then what happened between you and Eve, why did you guys split?” “Eve is sociopathic, the only thing that flows through her veins is darkness, she has an overbearing obsession with power, but who can blame her, she is a wrath demon, and she took every drop of rage from her mother,” he explained, “Eve I was a good woman, but over a time jealousy sucked her in, crushing her humanity.” Damon continued. “How many types of demons are there in Hell?” I changed the topic,

I observed him with such intensity that I felt like a predator, or worse, some obsessive psychopath unable to tear my gaze away. And then, the memories came rushing back, memories of when he fed on me. My throat grew painfully dry, and a familiar, terrifying urge stirred within me: to make him feed again. The thought clawed at me, persistent and hungry. My hands trembled, my fists clenched as if holding back some dark instinct. I could feel the sting of tears forming in my eyes as I silently screamed inside my own head, *What is happening to me?*

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

"She was insane before, sadistically preoccupied with hurting us and worming her way into your heart like a waking nightmare given form. But now?" I shuddered, felt the impending dread coil tighter in my gut. "Who knows what type of demonic forces are driving her obsessive desire, what depths she'll go to after witnessing the complete finality of death itself? She was wild and violent when she was only mortal. I fear to contemplate what she's become now." Sebastian opened his mouth, no likely to offer more phony reassurances, but I hushed him with a withering glance. "Don't bother making promises, Sebastian. We both know how adept you've been at upholding those in the past, especially when i

“So what happens when it does?” Professor Cullen came and stood at his front. "Roman loses himself completely. The Entity takes over finally. And then... it will do what it's always wanted to do.” "Which is?" Lysan tilted his head. "Consume everything." Professor Cullen’s voice was flat now. "Every timeline, every reality, every soul. It wants to absorb it all. Because the Entity isn't just a parasite—it's a god. A broken, hungry god that wants to rebuild the world in its own image.”

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

his words rolled out of his tongue while his eyes remained glued with hers which caused a shiver inside her heart because only Ezrene knew what he exactly meant by those words of his. “So….,” he turned his head to look at their professor. “I don't know about harming or ruining but obsession holds the power of strengthening a human's any other emotion whether it collides with love, hate or lust. Obsession makes sure that that feeling reaches its destination no matter what became just like Ms. Soler said…” he turned his head to look at Ezrene again. “Obsession doesn't care about the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immortal, sane, insanity,” Ezrene clenched her palms because she knew his eac

That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane. One touch… one swipe of a hand, and they made sanity disperse. Turning thoughts into nightmares and delusions. Daymares and horrors. Their deepest fears surround them until the only way out is for someone to take their own life. Haunting them and turning their reality into hell on earth. A twisted game that they would sit back and savor as their victim twisted themselves into oblivion and misery. It makes me shudder to think he has that ability too, and it sounds like he's used it before.