Devils Goddess Nudes Novels & Stories

Alessio Holy. Fucking. Shit. I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy. Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell. Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Delicious rivets of pleasure rush south. Ah fuck, how am I to spend the night in the same room as her? “You know you’re straight out of a fantasy novel, only… the girl like me doesn’t usually get the guy.” She says with a devilish smile as I tighten my arms around her waist, “Then let me break it to you… this is no fairy tale…” I whisper, brushing my fingers along the smooth skin of her hip. She bites her lips. “Then what is this?” “A reality… where I shall fulfil every dream that you will ever have… whether that’s a goal on your bucket list or your dirtiest darkest fantasy… I’ve sold my soul to Lucifer herself… I’m yours to command My Devilish Goddess.” I whisper huskily.

All of this, to his astonishment was the door with his six yellow eyes and his red skin, he was wearing a white robe open over his shoulders and loose revealing his muscles. As he was revealing his chiselled belly and all his deltoids and his tight thighs, he was revealing his entire red body, and his biceps and arms he was occupying the humanoid shape of his long, shapely legs. The devil was wearing a white boot that went halfway up his thighs, and a long white thong that only covered part of his ass down to below the thighs and the front covered up to half of his firm thighs, which were adorned with skulls around it like a girdle he looked six inches taller than Astro-Star.

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

His massive cock stood brutally erect — thick, heavily veined, the swollen purple head already drooling long, sticky strings of precum onto the ancient stone floor carved with faded mandalas and serpent kings. Before him, bound upon the desecrated altar of Vishnu, were his two chosen vessels for this ultimate maithuna rite. Priya Devi, 29, a beautiful former apsara dancer from Siem Reap with golden-brown skin, full heavy breasts, and long dark hair. And Lakshmi, 23, her younger blood sister — petite, delicate, with smooth skin, perky breasts, and an innocent face now twisted with shame and desperate lust.

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

Her chest rose and fell against mine, and the look she gave me, wide-eyed and breathless, made me lose my last thread of control. "Then let me show you just how good I can be." I leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. "Because...right now," I lowered her slowly against the desk, keeping her wrists pinned and hovering above her, "all I feel like is the devil you claimed I might be." "Damien..." She started, but I cut her off with a kiss. Deep and rough. Then I pulled away before she could respond, dragging my mouth slowly down her neck, tasting her skin. I teased her collarbone, her throat, the soft hollow just below it.

Then, slowly— “I met a goddess,” she said. “She was… terrifying. And beautiful. And she didn’t like me.” Mark tilted his head. “And you didn’t like her either?” “Not at all. We could barely stand each other, and she's so intimidating.” Aria muttered. He chuckled. “And then?” She leaned in even closer now, her voice dropping further. “I met the devil.” That made him pause. Just for a fraction of a second. Then he smiled again.