Novel & Cerita Devilman Crybaby Satan

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

The high altar waited—white cloth pristine, tabernacle lamp burning low. The demon shoved Damien face-down across it. The embroidered frontal cloth bunched under his chest; the cold marble kissed his overheated skin. His cassock was torn open completely now, hanging in rags around his shoulders like a mockery of vestments. The incubus climbed onto the altar behind him, knees bracketing Damien’s hips. “Chant,” he ordered. “The Lord’s Prayer. Backwards. While I fuck the sin into you.” Damien’s lips moved, shaking, at first silent, then in a broken whisper.

', she wailed, beseeching her devil husband through her helpless, teary eyes but that didn't had any considerable effect on his desperate insatiable hunger for retribution and the emotionless satan caged within him. 'Don't what, baby? I'm just helping you to liberate yourself from the sin you've committed, last night', he husked, sniffing the evident fear rising in her soft brown orbs. She vaguely shook her head, subtly denying from the fact that it was anything but a sin. Is running away from a vile tormentor, a grave crime? No, not in her definition of sinlessless and insane cruelty.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He knew just how to bring her to the brink, how to make her crave his touch even as he brutalized her. "Now be a good girl and come for me," he purred, circling her aching clit. "Show me how sorry you are." Hema bit her lip, fighting the shameful pleasure that threatened to consume her. But Zayden was too skilled, too ruthless. Within moments, he had her writhing and gasping, her juices flowing freely. "That's it, come on my fingers like the naughty little slut you are," he crooned, working her mercilessly. "Let go, Hema. Let me feel you lose control..."

“Like this? And do you like your punishment?” “I—uhm, please—“ “Speak to me, Iris. Tell me you won’t let anyone touch your body, and if they do, you report to me right away.” “Okay!” I cried out, arching for him. What kind of fucked up bastard does this? Damon Vyon was the devil himself. Believe me, it is true. Because it was only someone as evil as the devil that would punish his captive, a girl, with a gun in her vagina.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

And without further much a do, he began with the introduction of his demon lord. “Hailing from the side of the revered demon kings, we have King Satanel or also known as Satan in other regions of the demon realm,” he loudly uttered and there was a bliss in his voice as he mentioned the name of his respected demon lord. That name… it’s enough to inflict fear in my whole system. Cold sweats started to form on my forehead not because of the temperature of the surrounding but because of the agony within me.

For a second, his hands trembled, and the pupil of his iris shrunk. "This is just a small glimpse of the real me." Satan inched closer to Brianna in a hushed tone. His voice sent chills down Brianna's spine. His voice was like a call from hell. Brianna tightly closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She was ready to submit to the devil. There was no one she could blame for this unfortunate decision she had made. "Be obedient, little rabbit, and you'll be rewarded for that." Satan highly patted her cheeks. He treated Brianna like his personal pet more than a human.

I've encountered this demon. Satan. I'm sweating profusely, my heart is pounding, I'm furious. I hate him so much. He comes out of the shower and walks towards me. - Can you untie me? - No, - No? - Yes, you'll stay like this all night. - You are disgusting, selfish, and... - Damn it, Sibelle, - Damn you, sir, damn you, damn you. - I see you have energy to spare, my dear....