Devouring Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I have a human living inside me. Practically, I am eating for two. But I can share if you want." She grinned whilst eyeing the incredulous look on Maggie's face. "I don't think I can eat all this when I get to your stage." She swept her eyes over the food before glancing at Janice. "If Jeremy is anything like Jules, I know you would eat far more than this," Janice replied. "Jules always wants to stuff me with any chance he gets." "I hope Jeremy won't be that way because I will kill him." Janice giggled at the threat that poured out of her mouth. Then she went on with eating until she couldn't anymore.

“Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?” “I don’t know about Levi, but I’ll enjoy a sweet Tequila right now.” He leads her over to the coach as he pulls her into his lap as he sits down. “So, Levi I’ll be having Tequila tonight and that means you can have fun with Angel.” I walked over to the fridge to grab a cold Strongbow beer to start the night off with as I wait for some girl named Angel to come back with my smokes. When I sit down, I noticed Legion giving a smart-ass grin as if he knows something that I don’t. I sat there for what it seems

At the time we were both always hungry and freshly cooked food was always better than conjured food. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the place was quiet. The servants that worked in the kitchen were mostly lower level demons. They were the ones most people think of when they hear the word demon. They were typically small, no more than three or four feet tall and had colorful scaly skin and dark or red eyes. These types of demons were not able to make deals like the upper level demons. They were typically used as minions. In the old days we would use them to scope out potential deals, to find the people most desperate for our help. Now humans always wanted something, they were never satisf

“Devour me to your heart’s content.” Those orange eyes burned anew with lust. It was so damn sensual and hot, I lost the last of my willpower. -

he says with a plea in his voice, “push me away,” “No” I breathe out. He did not move nor did I. The silence between us was louder than anything we had ever said,my heart wasn't aching…it was breaking. In one swift movement, his lips crashed on mine, stars engulfed into my vision. I stand on my toes, caressing his hair and gripping it for my dear life, he tasted like sin, like temptation and the end of me.

Against my will, I scuttled forward . And dread realization hit me, dawning into a numb, cold horror. Scuttled. Not shuffle-step-limp. Scuttled. Quickly, smoothly, like I was gliding along the ground rhythmically, my many feet and joints carrying me with strength and fluid purpose . . . Many feet and joints. Many. A kind of sick revulsion . . . and yes, dark anticipation filled me as I looked down past my waist to see what had replaced my thin, twisted, handicapped legs . . .

His tongue swirled around the bulbous head, saliva dripping down his chin as he widened his jaw. Toussaint’s groan of pleasure and thrusts urged Jace to keep going, more and more inches disappearing into his mouth. Tears sprang to Jace’s eyes as he began to choke on the fat cock but he kept going. Toussaint gripped Jace’s head as his fingers weaved into his curls, slowly fucking his throat with a perfect hip thrust. Jace gripped the rest of the length which was already slathered with spit and stroked it in tandem with his own sucking.

"How am I supposed to go slow when you look at me like that? Like you want to devour me whole?" "Because I do." He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips to suck two fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them in a lewd preview that made my toes curl. "But tonight, devouring means savoring. Means drawing this out until you're begging not for release, but for more of me. All of me."

And I know, with a clarity that doesn’t soften— The Devourer is no longer just testing our limits. It is designing around us.

Shadows clung to its form like a living shroud, writhing and whispering in voices not meant for mortal ears. The Devourer. Rio stepped forward, his golden eyes burning bright even against the creature’s sickly glow. His voice was calm but laced with steel. “This is the beast Vera was feeding. She was just the key to its cage.” Adonis’s expression was grim, his fangs flashing as he bared them. “And now the cage is open.” Thomas cursed under his breath. “That thing… it’s not meant for this world.” The Devourer pulled itself fully free, its towering body dwarfing the cypress trees around it. Its legs were skeletal columns ending in clawed feet that melted the ground with each step. From its rib