Dreamin Demon Novels & Stories

"Azron." Azron casts his eyes up to the skies. He sees the same vision that I have only but seconds ago. The sky is dark, with rumbling clouds that are turning over and over each other, but that is not the problem; this is not clouds of rain. They are very much clouds that are aflame. My beloved that has noticed our distraction, now also looks in the same direction that we are. "Damien, why are the clouds that awful dead red?" Then the Demon Hunter turns to me, not to crack a joke, but with concern on his face.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

and I didn’t hear anymore crying. I slumped into the chair next to Alkin’s, thankful for the break. Alkin panted beside me, his chest heaving. “What in God’s name were those things?” “I don’t know,” I said. “But Salem must be behind this. That man said he saw Salem in his dreams.” Alkin’s head jerked up and down in an uneven nod. “Most of the crew had been sleeping. Sotirios must have come into their dreams and . . . altered them. I guess it’s true, then. He’s a Visceral Demon now.”

I told her. “And Denny? How is he?” Indie asked. “He’s good. He misses you. Dennis was a member of SNFA, but never told you. You two could have been together. I told you so.” I stuck out my tongue. “Listen, brat. I’m not above kicking your ass.” Indie threatened jokingly. “I found my mates, Indie.” I whispered, leaning against my sister. “I can’t wait to meet them.” Indie murmured. “My female mate is Serena’s little sister. Our mother granted her a demon name while she was in the camp. I gave her a human name when I took her from the camp.”

Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.

She felt utterly comfortable around Demon. “Is this real?” Amira asked, changing the subject of mates as she looked around this vibrant forest. It looked like the woods Demon had fallen asleep in outside the palace, but everything was so colourful that it was like she’d taken some sort of intoxicant. “Are we… sharing a dream? Or is this all in my head?” Demon leaned to the side and followed her gaze. “We are sharing a dream. Our Goddess allowed it.”

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

Maybe that would keep her distracted enough so that she had something to take her mind off of what had happened. She turned to lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she fell asleep. A flash of something fired through her brain. She saw herself on her knees, sucking a faceless demon's cock. It had giant red horns and a smooth half-sphere where the face should have been. Its cock was enormous but she was taking it with ease. She saw its face morph into that of Pastor Dan. She tried to stop sucking him off, but he was holding her down, cumming in her mouth. She opened her eyes then, still safe in her room. It had been just a dream, but it had been so very vivid.

His name is Raj. The demon who visits my dreams every night. But of late, he hasn’t been making much of an appearance. Which is how I know that when he eventually does, the sex is going to be mind blowing. That’s right. My name’s Tessa and I’m a girl, who gets regularly fucked by a demon. Frankly, it’s the only time I truly get to feel alive and seen. Which is pretty ironic. Everyone around me thinks I need therapy. I just want to see Raj; to spread my legs wide open and have his demon dick slammed into my pussy over and over again. To have him whisper dark and ruinous things in my ear. Promises of hell and earth shattering orgasms.

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.