Devil In The Flesh 2 Novels & Stories

There, the devil went feral. The cock in my pussy split: impossible, demonic: becoming two thick shafts that alternated thrusts, one withdrawing as the other slammed home. My ass got the same treatment: tail splitting, double-fucking my hole until I was stretched beyond reason. A third presence manifested: his real tongue, or another phantom one, lapping at my clit from the front while invisible fingers pinched and rolled my nipples raw.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

It was faint and no more than just a silhouette but I knew this was the memory I had been trying to grab. I imagined myself moving toward the figure in the house I had created in my mind. My movements were sluggish, as if I was being weighed down by some invisible force. Everything around me was glowing with a deep crimson red as I fought harder and harder to reach the figure that was just beyond me. Growing tired and frustrated I threw my hands out in anger. I watched as a rush of blue electricity flowed from my hands and the fog began to clear. The red haze had disappeared as quickly as it had taken over. I was finally able to make out the figure in front of me, the memory I had been tryin

I howled even deeper, angry at the world, angry at Eric, angry at Sonia, and angry at myself. If only I could take revenge, I would have been happy about this. "Step back!" One of the men screamed and I backed to the floor with a groan. I couldn't morph back to my human form because I knew I would be naked. The men noticed this and didn't move forward, instead a woman stepped closer to me. "In!" She snarled. I regarded her for a moment before I rushed towards the direction of the dungeon. I barely entered when I saw Sonia coming inside as well.

# "This Chapter has Mature Content" The devil's eyes were bloodshot red as he was frustrated and furious because of all the drama he faced two hours ago. "That bitch I swear, I'll kill you. if you'll ever do something like that again in the future", The Devil was furious and only saw red but Thanks to the Beast who handled the situation very well. The devil wanted to choke her to death. Without telling anything to anyone, he went to a different hotel and chose a room to start with a different name. He showered but suddenly he felt dizzy.

"Yes! Yes! Tell me how much of a slut I am! Fuck my ass good and hard!" The Pastor threw hips harder. "The Devil lives in your house and in your tight little ass! The Devil has made you a cock loving slut! I can feel the Devil squeezing my cock inside your ass, you fucking whore!" Her hips pushed back into his thrusts. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my tight little ass! Oh God, yes! Yaaaaaaaassss!" Her legs trembled when holy hell exploded inside her. She flicked her angry bean while her ass clamped down on the Pastor's rod. She moaned, and groaned, and cursed the gods and heavens.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.

But no matter how many he cuts down, they just keep respawning after they die. 'I'm getting sick of this. Why wait for an opening when I can create one myself? I defeated that demon easily enough, let's see how Delmar compares.' Fenrir lets out his rage, the black flames of Alazar consume his body this time. His flesh and blood are temporarily replaced by the flames. The outburst of energy destroys any nearby shadow fiends in the way. Fenrir takes a step toward Delmar with his menacing new look. Glowing red eyes, flames emerging from his semi-open mouth, a demon incarnate.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.