Jamie Demons-king Nude の小説・ストーリー

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

My eyes flashed down and then back up so quickly that I didn't even get a good enough look to see if he was affected by what we were watching, or if that was just how the fabric of his pants naturally bunched from the position he was in. My second glance was longer, a lot longer. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did demons even have the same reproductive parts as humans? They had to have something based on the circle he ruled over, right? Or perhaps that was why it was Hell, to begin with. Were the humans and demons locked in a realm of eternal arousal with no outlet for relief? The theory was so close to the past week with Demetri that it might actually be true. "Little Witch," his ra

Next Samson pressed himself against my back and nibbled on my neck. "If the king doesn't want you I will gladly take you, lovely lady," he growled menacingly and squeezed my ass cheek. I crossed my thighs then squeezed them together and felt him pulling his cock away from my grip. "Tease," he laughed and smacked my butt. I should have cut it off with my sword. The shift was gauzy and see through, I could clearly see my dark pink areolas. At six feet I was exceptionally tall for a lady. I had sinewy muscles, nice medium size pert breasts and golden tan skin all over. I watched Samson eye me strangely and I grinned at him. His green eyes widened and he chuckled. We were chained again and broug

He imagined the general holding him from behind, toned chest against his back, his slightly smaller hand groped his chest and his cock rubbing against the crack of his ass. Jin Huan whimpered again, louder this time. More precum was leaking from his slit and his blush has reached his chest. His breathing became more erratic as he panted in huffs. He stopped playing with his nipples and moved them downward, stroking his cock with his legs spreading wider. The moment he touched his own cock his eyes jolted open in pleasure as a wave of shudder shocked through his body. As soon as his eyes were open they landed on the open window and slight wave of embarrassment at the thought that the sun rays

his voice deep and husky, "Why don't we declare war with Yami? We use magic, potions and spells to enhance our strength. Demons have no brain! Demons are mostly dumb." "Not yet, my son. We are yet to kill the Kings of Yami." After being in the throne room, Yushiro immediately heads to the practice area. He took out his sword and started swinging it, nose crinkling in outrage over his father's statements. "I should have swung my sword like this!" he screams, breathing heavily as his sword landed on the sand. He let it remain touching the sand as he calms his breathing. A King. That demon does nothing but play around, hop from branches to branches and steal from vendors. He does not respect wh

My king, my Ulric. “Yes.” I groaned. “I want my king.” Anders chuckled as he plunged into me, kissing my jaw as I cried out. His tail slid up between us and manipulated my nipples as he drove into me. The feeling was intense. My sister had always said being with another demon was amazing, but he still wasn’t as amazing as Ford. Anders told me he loved how responsive I was, only Poppy ever made sounds like I did. I made sure to make a lot and soon he was near his end. With a final hard stroke, he released into me. I needed a shower. Gross.

He found that his head was empty, there was no reasonable lie that he could use to convince her she did not see what she had clearly seen. "I ask you again. WHAT ARE YOU?" The emphasis on the question caused him to leer up at her. She wanted the truth? Fine then! He would give her the fucking truth. "I am a demon." He blurted out through gritted teeth. The shrill scream that echoed in his ears was exactly what he had expected, and he could not say she was dramatic, he did not have the right. As she plastered her back on the wall, he moved closer to her and started to speak. He had to find a way to calm her down, because she seemed to be spiraling.

Damian drawls, his voice dripping with lust and mockery, "when you are already in the position ready to receive my cock the moment I enter?" Aiden spins around violently, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His eyes go wide when he sees the King standing there, framed by the steam. Damian is wearing nothing but that robe, the dark fabric clinging to his frame, the outline of his massive erection clearly visible. The King’s gaze is burning a hole right through him, eyes fucking his ass with a hunger that makes Aiden’s knees weak. Panic floods Aiden’s system. He realizes with a jolt of humiliation that he is stark naked, his most private parts on display. He instinctively

Even after everything Alpha Damien made me pass through, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. To be honest, I had fallen in love with him that day I saw him in the woods. My entire body reacted on its own, freezing me to the ground instead of running and cowering in fear that my life was almost taken away from me. He was a handsome demon that I was attracted to. I always thought that one day everything he did to me would come to an end and he would see me in a good light. But all of that was just dreams I wished for, Alpha Damien was too ruthless to love anyone not even someone as low as me in status.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.