Fluffy Demon Tail Mga Nobela at Kwento

A burning pain coursed through from my skin to my flesh, and it looks like they noticed it too. "Do you think...because the Alpha favored you food, you're free from your punishment? Of course he wants you to suffer for you to wish death," sneered the man, grinning, glancing at the reaction of my skin to the silver chain. "I sense you no wolf but why does your skin react to the silver chain? Huh.. why is that?" His demonic eyes widened but tinged with curiosity. Yeah, my skin reacted because I possessed a wolf form, but I had concealed my scent to prevent them from knowing I wasn't Camilla, I just not prepared myself for this silver chain.

He smiles when I say sir but it's a menacing smile that promises mischief in it's wake. "I'm Marcus, but you can keep calling me Sir," he tells me as his black eyes bore into my soul. I nod, not knowing how else to respond to that. As I'm about to leave to compose myself, a demon emerges from the bathroom. He is much shorter than Marcus and doesn't have wings. He has small black horns and a thin, whip like tail. I'm surprised to see he's also not wearing a shirt. "Who's this?" He asks as his tongue dips out his mouth to lick his lips as his eyes rake over my body.

I can feel four hands on me, so what. When my lust filled haze clears, I realise exactly what is probing at my entrance. His tail. Trax’ tail is wrapped around my leg, squeezing and pulsating as the tip slowly parts my pussy lips and presses against my opening, “You like that don’t you baby girl? Our demon’s tail ready to sink into your tight little pussy. Tell him you want it. Tell him you want to come with his tail buried inside you.” Phoenix whispers the words harshly as he licks and sucks at his mark on my skin. His fingers flick, twist and pluck at my nipples and my skin burns as the heavy need for release grows.

She said, Damien reversing out of there. As he was reversing, the front of the car faced the main entrance, making me freeze in place when we were faced directly by the beast. It was so much bigger than it looked in the footage of my camera, reaching about seven to eight feet. It was on all fours and had fur, blue fur. It was a familiar blue, a greyish-blue. It's eyes were neon red as they looked back at me with grey pupils. It had a long whip-like tail that had sharp black spikes shooting out of it. It's broad and wide shoulders had black spikes too.

I knew she was the Phantom, but she was so tiny and delicate. “Honey, let’s just be together like this for tonight. The way we were the first time we were together. Dim rooms are flattering to humans, but make demons look frightening.” She murmured, nervously. I thought it was cute that she was anxious about showing me her demon body. I knew it could be difficult to show her true self after hiding for so long. Especially, since female concubi were wiped out in the beginning of the hunts. “Just your tail then?” I stroked the area of her lower back I knew was the only gap between her wings and the beginning of her tail. My fingers traced along the sensitive skin delicately.

The flames did not burn or hurt. “What is happening?!” Theodore got up and grabbed the pan of the counter. He stepped past the demon, who hissed at him. He walked back, ignoring her, then held the pan in front of me. In my reflection was a young woman with 6 inch horns that curled toward my ears, dark silver wings with a blue tint to them, blue flames all over, and one right azurite blue sparkling iris, and one left silver crystal sparkling iris. Both had a black obsidian sclera and pupils. My hair was a black jade with a blue shine where the light hit. A different color than the flames, but the same blue tint that was on my wings. My hair was so long… all the way down to the back of my knee

Tensions between them had been on the rise, but nothing significant have happened yet. "Wings or tail?" "W—What? I'm sorry dame, I'm afraid your lowly servant doesn't know what you are saying." "I am asking you choose." The lamia slited her green eyes, the vertical pupils of her eyes looked cold and menacing. "Please dame. Don't do this to me." The demoness cried out in fear when she realised what she was implying. "Oh, I'll help you choose then. Wings or tail... Wings or tail... When in doubt, always go for the head!"

If not for the bluish hue in her skin and the lion’s tail peaking out from her skirt, Journee would have thought her a beautiful woman with the most unique almond eyes she had ever seen. “If that is so, we must dethrone him! It is a disgrace for a human to hold sway over our kind.” Another demoness answered. Her hands were covered with white markings like tattoos while a heavy veil covered her face. All Journee could see was her unbelievably long black hair that seemed to flow for a few meters behind her.

"Not her. You need to step down." "Fuck you, Storm-Treader!" Claws gripped me tightly, cutting into my skin as the demon's face warped to show me the true monster underneath. Her jaw had unhinged, split down the middle like a beetle's mandibles but human and lined with spikes. Her pupils forked, sharp and alien, in the purple of her iris and the black of her sclera, as a mane wrapped around her head like a lion, cat-like nose twitching, black fur twisting down her exposed arms and back. Her horns jutted ugly and ram-like from her forehead in a pair of three, making it look like a twisted crown. "This cunt is mine, and I will not yield! Come, say the words!"

Did two demons mean double the fun. Clara moved her gaze to the creature's pussy. It was open already, ready to be filled by Clara's tongue. It's wet folds seemed to have the same black texture as the rest of it's scaly skin, and there seemed to be a hint of pinkish redness in it's middle. The demon was dripping with its own arousal, and the sweet but naughty scent of it filled Clara's nose immediately, and her body shivered with delight. "DRINK PEE!" it demanded, and its voice hit Clara like a sudden lightning strike. She could hear herself moan into the wet folds above her mouth, as her body seemed to want nothing more than to obey that command. Her mouth watered and her tongue parted the