Smile 2 Demon On Stage Novels & Stories

It would be meaningless for him to talk much. Sure enough, there came cold snorts from the audience. "Haha, is this the Saber and Sword Addict? His forehead is black and his eyebrows are broken. He does look like he will suffer an early death. I don't think he will live till 30 years old." The Second Heavenly Demon sneered again. His voice was extremely harsh and clearly spread throughout the square.

Chapter 181. Mr. Demark walked smoothly up the stairs onto the grand stage, holding his microphone firmly. He stood right in the center under the bright spotlights, facing the massive crowd of wealthy guests. He cleared his throat, a wide, proud smile stretching across his face. He spared his wife a glance and she gave him a soft reassuring smile that urged him to proceed.

~ DIMITRI ~ He watched, his face blank as he stepped on the stage in his gown and was handed a diploma tube, a smile on his face as he started shaking hands with a long row of people consisting of men and women. What? Break their hands for daring to shake him? Carve out their eyes with his knife for staring at him, at his smile or sew their lips together for smiling at him? Umm, he could do all. But… he didn't want to scare him.

I wish Nico wasn’t half-stripped with his dick hanging out to be leered at as he’s pinned there helpless to the wall. “Such fine cuts of meat to choose between… But I meant what I said.” His smile makes my skin crawl. “I’ll take another performance of you fucking him first…” He cocks his head, reflecting. “Actually… scratch that. I’ll take a turn inside both of you and fuck him raw myself.” Nico thrashes against those invisible bonds holding him prisoner – a pointless struggle. It just makes this demon smile all the broader, soulless eyes sparking with excitement. “This one has spirit.”

The demoness parted her lips and smirked, she turned around and lifted the hem of her dress shirt. Cyrus giggled upon the teasing agreement and waited for Danielle to thrust her butt cheeks onto his face. Cyrus was beyond surprised yet happy that he finally got to taste her any such long teasing. The demoness was now bending over with her hips right in front of his mouth. He did not hesitate from diving into her pussy folds. He could clearly see that she desired his touch too and deliberately teased him to that extent. He licked her right butt in circular motion and made sure to drip his saliva over her butt.

The intense dark magic coming from him became even more intense that black smoke are coming out of his body. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to laugh out loud." She smiled. The man saw her smile and remembered the last time that she smiled at him. It was during their fight thousands of years ago. He lost the battle then because of that smile. He knew that behind her smile was a true demon hiding ready to bear its fangs. Up till now he still have nightmares of that smile and from then on he treated it as his bad luck. And now that she smile the same smile she showed him on their previous battle he couldn't help but feel nervous.

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

Demonica said. “Who is next?” Demonica said after she licks her lips and I look at her face to see this scary grin as her look suddenly to me with a creepy looking grin. I look at her when she turns to look at me, she raises her hand and I am drawn face to face with her. She holds my jaw and look at me. I just look at her. “Ehmnn smells so sweet. Your soul smells more pure than of those lowly peasants.” Demonica said sniffing me.

And I’m not alone. Demon’s arm holds me with a firmness that betrays much more than just companionship. He walks beside me as if he’s presenting a trophy to the world. His smile is an open wound across his perfect face. Not for the cameras. Not for the guests. Just for me. That smile doesn’t say “I’m with her,” it says “she’s mine.” Heads turn, necks crane like they might snap. Some feign surprise, others envy, a few hunger. But I only have eyes for one man in the center of the room.

Sazkia nodded. Wildan, who had finished examining the child, immediately came out and looked in amazement at Darmi's condition. He grabbed Darmi's leg and moved him slowly. No screams of pain as usual. Wildan moved Mrs. Darmi's legs once again. Until the third movement, Mrs. Darmi did not react anything. Wildan smiled at Sazkia who was still observing Wildan's actions. Wildan smiled too. He is happy to see his patient recover.