Hana's Demon Of Lust Novels & Stories

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

"Fuck me," Her words lit something feral in him. Hank had been many things in life, a soldier, a killer, but definitely not perfect. Yet this sweet little doe-eyed woman thought he was. He suddenly shifted, turning her around. Panting his feet wide on the sauna floor, he made her straddle him, facing away from him, then hauled her legs up with one arm until her knees were almost pinned to her chest. Natalia squealed because she was now completely at his mercy. He let out a roar and thrust up and deep into her gaping pussy. “Take it, baby!”

she had ordered, standing just inside the bedroom. I pinned her against the wall, pulling her hands up over her head while I played with her exposed tits. I don’t remember feeling anything other than want. The demon was fully in control at that point and I was just watching. I remember pulling down her skirt, exposing a thong underneath. “I like an aggressive lover,” the woman had said, scratching her long nails over my back. The demon had growled and pulled her over to the bed, bending her over the side while my own pants fell. A rock-hard erection was waiting to be satisfied.

"Inside this chamber, there is another demon called Dincubus, Dincubus is a demon female lover who approaches males in their dreams to have sex. Some countries call them spirit wife. It comes to the demon and profess her love for you then she will begin to touch your genitals and it's feels real, after that, she will have sex with you. Once she comes once, she stays forever, her purpose is to render every man she comes in contact with useless. It takes a strong priest for that man to be delivered from her claws. Look Ryan, there are so many demons in here, we live in this mountains and if I should go on by mentioning their names and the work they are assigned to do, we will spread more than

The only person who could be bold enough to hack into our company's secrets could only be Dante. Dante... a very dangerous demon working scarily behind the scenes. He pulls strings like a master but anyone with even an ounce of intelligence would know he wasn't just a master but a real Demon! I sucked in a deep breath and took a step forward so I could get closer to Calista, who had taken a few steps forward to greet the birthday actress. My eyes flickered to the door, but I quickly glanced away. However, that glance was enough to make me understand that he hadn't arrived.

HANA I parted my lips to feel more of his. But all I got was a graze of his lips. "What's your safe word?" He asked me against them. "STING," I breathed. He dipped his thumb into my mouth and I sucked, feeling hot and aroused. "Yes," He growls. "It's STING, Hana. I don't take no and you are not allowed to say no to me. Do you understand?" I nod my head frantically as he sucked on my lower lip.

So much blood it didn't look real. I should have felt horrified. Terrified Thane murdered someone in front of me. But I didn't. I couldn't find it in me to feel horrified or regretful. The amount of pleasure I felt watching that monster die could be considered sinful. I couldn't help but think about all five of his wives. How he preferred them young. How many young women he broke, forced into subservience. How many times he used them, destroying their spirit. Clipped their wings. The reaper whisking his soul away was mercy. He should have laid there, suffering for hours.

It seemed to become even more violent and passionate, when he heard Hera's soft moans that seemed to challenge his manhood even more. Adante firmly held both of her hands and raised them to the side of the girl's head while she was still leaning against the door. He couldn't resist the tickling temptation it caused. He almost fainted, looked up and bit his lower lip. Unsatisfied, he put Hera down for a while and turned her back to him. He leaned his future against the door and once again held both of his hands up using only one of Adante's hands. He jumped up and grabbed his bulging manhood, before he buried it in the girl's well from behind.