Tasty Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“That kind of hurt.” The demon steps back, watching. “What are you?” he asks again, tipping his head to the side. “I told you, she’s mine.” Lucas slashes the dagger through the air, cutting the demon’s throat. Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding.

They don't even have the corners of their lips because their jaws are wide open. "But, I will answer your question. Yes, that's us. Do you know how delicious these wolves are? I can't forget the taste of their blood and organs on the tip of my tongue. Sluurrp!" The demon licked his fangs without letting go of the werewolf whose organs he managed to eat. His tongue is pitch black. Truly a typical devil. I hissed and tightened my grip on my hunting rifle. My decision not to involve Casey in the hunting mission this time was the right one. I really hate and am disgusted by these shadow creatures.

Wilbur and Loja both stepped back, eyeing each other intently. Loja smiled faintly as he lifted his demon-subduing pestle, and a buzzing sound started to spread while the chants still echoed in the skies. In front of him, a five-meter-tall demon slayer appeared. It was also wielding a pestle as it charged at Wilbur. The onlookers could not help but cheer. Loja sure was impressive. He managed to summon a protector so easily. He truly was the strongest in Shia. At that moment, Wilbur swung his halberd, engaging the demon slayer.

including humans and even other demons, it was always hungry it looked like a giant slug but it had six legs and a mouth full of sharp pointed teeth it was known for being an ambush type demon that liked to dwell in hidden dens underground waiting for its prey to pass by so it could easily attack and drag the intended victim into its den that was usually mucky and filthy with the remains of its previous meals and this glut demons den really stank in the most awful way that was enough to make anyone nauseous at the scent of death rotting carcasses and waste which told them both it had been here for a while without disturbance, it had eaten all manner of things, stray animals, rats from sewers

“Satisfied? This what you waited so long for.” “Fighting fire with fire. Darkness with a more sinister darkness.” Theoden held up the sword, admiring how it shimmered. “Those bafoons never knew how to respect such magnificent artefacts... I call her Ashmere, the lake of past pain. This one, like her siblings before it, purged Slora with what is now known as the deadly plague.” “It is not just a plague…is it?” Arlen picked up a random crossbow on the ground. It instantly filling up with red arrows.

She purred. Demon’s blood was like alcohol, but only that it worked faster. And alcohol could not make demons drunk, but the blood would. A lot of times, very easily too. Delilah had managed to get a jug full of the stuff. “Drink. Your subconscious would be more in tone with us now and you’d be a better lover. Here. On the table.” Delilah purred, and he chugged two glasses full of the the demon’s blood, and he was already very tipsy.

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

And at it's tip, Clara could see a dark pink slit - the source of her pleasure, and her damnation. The demon did not hesitate. It grabbed onto Clara's little body, moving her open mouth onto it's shaft. "Let me taste your shaaaame!" the creature roared, and that's when it began. The pee of this terrifying creature hit her tongue and sent sensation of pleasure through her entire being. As always, Clara's mind grew hazy in an instant - and hungry with desire. She lapped it up eagerly, her moans escaping her lips against her wishes, while her whole body began to tremble. She had come to enjoy the demonic being's taste far too much, even though she did not want to - but she had no choice. It was

"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?"