Demonic Sex Novels & Stories

he said, as a matter of fact. “Psh.” I rolled my eyes at him. “But not all kinds of demons have horns. Fiends and ghosts or monsters for one—” I stopped speaking because of a sudden thought. I violently turned to face him. “Oh, my God! Are you a sex demon?” I asked, horrified at the thought that he might be one of them. Looking at him, his body, his face, his smile. I pursed my lips as I stared at him.

As soon as I felt like myself again, I was tracking that last one down and blasting him into oblivion. My eyes widened. Wait a second. White hair. A voice that caused my horniness to rise seven levels from only a single spoken word. Only a supernatural with sex magic could break through something as strong as the aphrodisia like that. Sex demon. Incubus. Oh fuck— Zaine.

I asked him, and he glanced at me while nibbling on a chicken wing. "Hmmm... Yes, I've read a book about that," he answered, and I slumped, letting out a sigh. "What is it? What is an incubus?" I asked, and he wiped his mouth before taking a sip. "They are a type of demon that thrives on sex. Meaning they need to have sex with mortals to sustain themselves. Let's say sex is their food," he explained, and my brow furrowed. "Literal sex?" I asked, and he shook his head.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

My body feels like it's on fire, each touch he makes sears deeper into my skin. My nether region is twitching uncontrollably and I can feel my juices starting to leak out. I can't understand any of it, my head is fuzzy and my body won't cooperate. I hate Aster, I do not desire him in any way, this could only be happening because he's orchestrating it. Demons are sexually perverse things and lust is one of their greatest weapons. It's an inborn weakness in everything that walks and breaths. One which I must overcome. One of his hands finally leaves my abused nipple and trails softly down my body, reaching my thigh and caressing softly.

“You reek of sex. Now if that’s the one making you feel uncomfortable to share with us, then I guess having it all out in the open that you fucked for the last two hours should be enough to make you comfortable. So spill it out, Alpha Blade.” This was a losing battle. I didn’t discuss more and just laid out my question. “Is it ordinary to emit black mist instead of purple mist during sex?” “Yes,” Lucius answered. “No.” Patrea countered. The demon king crossed his arms against his chest as his eyes locked with his queen.

"It was my way of pushing him to grow up or give up. Sex doesn't heal everything. It's not the fucking answer to everything." "It's not?" I asked earnestly. "I can think of the times in my life when I was most broken, and sex would have been quite appreciated to bring the balm of pleasure. I can't think of anything that links two people together more than making love. Why would that bother you?" "Because, Kendal. Damon uses sex as a tool or a playing piece in his games. It's not the connecting of souls, which would be beautiful. It's dominance, control, ownership."

Amber's pleas, Demon's relentless pursuit, their connection was marked by an electrifying allure, pushing boundaries. Their encounter left Amber pondering as she uttered, "I need you now." Demon laughed and responded, "You're etched on my desires." With urgency, Demon entered Amber, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance, Amber's moans echoing through the room. Demon reached his climax, and moments later, so did Amber. Both lay together, chests heaving as they inhaled deeply. As they caught their breath, Amber asked, "What am I to you?" Demon replied, "You're my private companion and more."

Finally, he sighed as he relaxed once my fingers went to work. “Eros is an incubus demon and must have sex to take the life force from humans to stay alive and to pay back Lucifer for the inappropriateness he tried with his daughter,” he said softly. My fingers froze as my brow furrowed. “He is a real demon? Did he try to seduce the devil’s daughter?” Nodding he said yeah and nudged me to keep petting him. “So he has to be a man whore to stay living? That seems like every man’s dream,” I muttered sourly and Samson pffted at me.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.