Demons Singing Novels & Stories

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

I snap. The walls around us shake, and more demon energy leaks in, likely from the steam that is making the cavern warm. The steam demon things will be here soon, and he is still being an ass. “Why did you come here? What are they?” I ask, needing to put our personal problems aside for a moment before we both get killed. “Fine,” he snaps with a sour tone. “Late last night I heard about this mission that qualified demon hunters had turned down because these demons had killed an entire village nearby. These are called Lullaby Demons because they use steam to travel and sing you to your death.”

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

You'll be the one taking your pants off lol. Now why are they called demons? They are THE BEST PLAYERS you can ever see. With their smooth talking and killer smile. They can charm any lady they want without breaking a sweat. They break hearts left and right like it's nothing. In as much as girls have come to despise them for their philandering ways, they still can't help but fall for Yoruba demons. "One look and a daughter of Zion have off pant" -Bimbo Ademoye. Whatever you do, never fall in love with a Yoruba Demon.

“So pure and this is your biggest strength” With this he made my face turn to the side allowing proper excess to my neck, everything felt numbs and unreal, and I stood there with a blur to my watery eyes. He placed his other hand on my neck and began chanting strange words. Then all the other boys present there bowed their heads and sat down on their knees. Is he going to do something evil with me??? Is he going to sacrifice me to the devil ??? Was he going to make a demon possess my body ??

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!