Michael Jackson Demon Novels & Stories

“Don’t pretend! You’re a demon—no, worse! You’re from the lowest pit of hell, the kind of monster that shouldn’t even exist!” Leon half listened to the shrill tirade in his ear, his gaze drifting to Aric—still curled against him, still fast asleep, peaceful and warm in the circle of his arms. A slow, icy smile tugged at the corner of Leon’s mouth. When he spoke, his voice dropped into a low, shadowed murmur that could chill bone. “…Do you actually want to see what a demon looks like? I don’t mind showing you a real one.” There was a heartbeat of silence on the other end—as if Janet had been stunned into stillness by that quiet threat.

Kai’s own untouched dick bounced between them, smearing pre-come across both their abs. “Beg for my load while they watch,” the demon demanded, voice rough. “Please fill me, breed my ass with my own come make it overflow so they can see it dripping out of me, I need it, I’m addicted, ruin me for anyone else….” The demon’s thrusts turned feral. He fucked Kai like a ragdoll, claws digging into his ass cheeks, spreading them wide for the cameras. Kai came first, screaming, body convulsing, shooting thick ropes of come that splattered across the demon’s chest and his own chin.

My demon was more than happy to come out to play. ***

“Why are you asking me like that? This is my life, my future happiness, my own love feeling… I know what I want… I’m sure what I hope and expect for my future happiness as well as exhilaration…” “But… But… But… with a demon, Sumico… For God’s sake! He isn’t an ordinary man… He’s a demon… He’s a monster…” Pete Jupiter was seen throwing his hands up in the air. “My Lovely Handsome Monster… My Sexy Handsome Demon…” muttered Sumico with her slightly gazing stare.

He had finally learned to curb his bluntness and speak more tactfully. "We demons are devoted. Once we choose someone, we view them as our lifelong partner and can't betray them. A contract forms naturally. When you call me, I will appear immediately." Only then did I find out about it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd reject me." Without realizing it, Raven had become my exclusive demon. The child trafficking ring that had operated for years was finally brought to justice. I also wrote a story that made headlines across the country. On the day everything was settled, I suddenly remembered something.

I am starting to believe it too - that there is indeed a demon inside me - one whose hunger for the cócks of moral men is constant. I’ve been obsessed with them. Once they seem…pure…I want them, because deep down, they pique my interest. How can flesh and blood…with the same tendencies as mine, live a sinless life? I’m supposed to believe that they can control it. Bullshít. That’s why I came for Father Michael - to prove to him that he can’t dispel seduction if it sat on his face. And I was right. He ran…and I have hunted him down again, albeit unknowingly.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

When I didn't react, Julian smiled. "That pool is full of high-strength sulfuric acid. Given enough time, it'll corrode even the bones clean away. "Whether your father's body stays intact depends on you." The floor must have been slippery, because the men carrying the body simply began dragging it. As they dragged him, an old surgical scar on Robert's lower leg was exposed. Robert had once told me that when Vivian was little, she insisted on playing at a construction site and got trapped in a steel frame.

He gritted his teeth and forced more of his huge cock into Mike’s oily hole. “Shit, you are so tight.” He hissed in Mike’s mind. Mike felt a rush of happiness hearing Jaxon’s voice. It still had that deep, sexy tone that aroused him, and compelled him to arch his back for more of Jaxon’s intense thrusts. As the demon rocked into him, he forgot all about his current form. All he could do was feel the plunging hotness penetrating his ass. “Feel so good,” Mike moaned, sucking his breath and wiggling his hips.