Devil May Cry Nightmare Novels & Stories

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters. Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“It’s just these weird dreams I’ve been having… they are messing with my head, Diana.” Devon had told me about this before. The weird pictures in his head had been keeping him awake at night. He told me it was a small little girl that kept on appearing in his dreams and was being haunted by the dark spirits that surrounded her. The little girl screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came for her. No one helped. She was forever stuck in that nightmare, always alone in a corner and covering her ears from the voices in her head.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, WILLY. Will_the_devil DAMN!

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

I held him tight, fingers in his dark hair, heart hammering against his chest. “I still hate what you’ve become,” I whispered. “I know,” he muttered, voice raw. “Don’t let go yet. Please, Irene. Please.” I drew him closer, cradling the back of his head, giving it a careful caress. We stayed like that until the cold wind cut through us. Later in bed, I woke to his scream tearing through the dark. Devon thrashed beside me, claws ripping sheets, eyes wide and black. “The witch—” he gasped, bolting upright. “She’s pulling me back into the world. Irene—don’t—”

With trembling hands I picked it up and opened it. A single tear fell from my eye and dropped onto the paper, blurring the ink. “What the actual fuck?” I whispered, tears pouring down my eyes. My whole body shook with pain and betrayal. The scream tore out of me before I could stop it. “Son of the Devil!!!!”

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

I spread my legs, standing tall and locked eyes with the Devil, then I pushed into his mind. It was a nightmare. No, it was beyond the worst, horrific nightmare I could have ever conjured up. Bodies writhed before my eyes, their mouths opened in silent screams as they suffered eternal hell, their sins displayed on their bodies. Gluttony, the man was huge, rolls of fat making it impossible for him to move, he struggled to breathe, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the flames. Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him.