The Demon Venerable Wistful Desire Novels & Stories

The demon could smell her purity, greed and avarice like the scent of ripening apples or the sweet, heavy scent of blooming dama de noche mixing with sampaguita. “Bring me wealth, power and influence. Bring me everything that my heart desires!” The demon cackled at her greed. He was still formless like a will-o-wisp. If she offered her body and power then he could achieve a corporeal form. “You’re a presumptuous witchling but I like your strong will."

They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black. “You’re real,” I breathed. “Very observant.” He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there, moving with predatory grace. “I am Oberin. And you, little artist, have invoked a contract with a high-ranking lust demon. Do you have any idea what that means?” I scrambled backward, suddenly aware of how stupid this had been. “I—the book said—”

I had always doubted us but I had decided to put it aside and allowed my heart to get what it wanted. I’ll be forever grateful for making my wishes come true, I was over the moon when I found them on a shelf that I doubted it was true, I had asked the shopkeeper to pinch me to know if it was really really true. My words would never be able to describe how grateful I am to you and I wish you nothing but the best with your newfound lover. She said as she referred to his lover,knowing full well she was hurt by her replacement and couldn’t bring herself to accept that it was true.

With closed eyes and heavy breaths, she eagerly awaited that first kiss, parting her lips to invite him in. Frustration consumed her as she still didn't feel his lips. She furrowed her brows in confusion and opened her eyes to an empty space . Disappointment flooding over her. It was just another hallucination, leaving her burning with unfulfilled desire. Slamming her hand onto the basin platform, she closed her eyes, attempting to regain composure. Anger surged within as she blamed herself for again thinking of him. Determined to break free from his hold, she glared at herself in the mirror. desperate to quell her insatiable desires she Fixed her hair and stormed out of the washroom, ready

A few more days before the wedding, Hans doesn’t visit, leaving me to my own devices. Although I often felt used and under his control when he lured me to do his bidding, I genuinely enjoyed the pleasure of his touching and groping. For me to sink into the depths of an unexplainable sin was genuinely beyond me. Hans called me lusty, but nobody could talk to who would understand how I felt.

“You better be sorry. Next time will not be a warning. Do you understand?” The demon nodded as Vastria noticed that the demon was trembling. “Milady…. your eyes….” Vastria did not notice that her eyes had started to glow silvery red. She blinked a bit as it returned to normal. “One more thing.” “Yes, lady Vastria?” The demon’s voice trembled. “You like assholes so much? You can have the asshole Xilvis to yourself. Thank to fucking god, I am not engaged to that thing you like so much. Happy now?” Vastria was still glaring at the demon as she spoke.

The air was cold here, smelling of grease and old secrets. A figure stepped out of the shadows. Silas Thorne looked down at the woman who had dared to challenge him. He reached out with his silver-tipped cane, tapping the glass of the nursery. "The Valerius Project is a cycle, Izaib," Silas said, his voice a dry, satisfied rattle. "Dark was the prototype. This child... this child will be the masterpiece. And you... you are the sacrifice that makes the masterpiece possible." He looked at the digital clock on his wrist.

“I’ll do anything.” Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to meet his icy, piercing gaze. My lips parted on a soft exhale. For one wild moment, I pictured him shoving me against the desk, ripping my skirt up, and taking what he wanted right here in his luxurious office. “Anything?” he asked, his voice dropping lower. “Be careful what you offer, Elena. I’m not a nice man.” My breath hitched. I could feel my nipples tightening painfully against my bra. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing with need. I had fantasized about this moment so many times — Damien looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

When I finally came, shaking in his arms, he held me close, kissing my forehead. “Good girl,” he whispered. “You did so well.” But he didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, rubbing my sensitive clit in slow, teasing circles again. I was still trembling from the first orgasm, but the pleasure started building again almost immediately. I moaned louder, my head falling against his shoulder as my hips moved on their own. “Again,” he murmured against my ear. “I want to feel you cum for me one more time, baby.” “Damien… it’s too much…” I whimpered, even as my body begged for more.

I asked, my voice low, brushing against her ear. “I am,” she whispered, spreading herself wider, heat glimmering in her eyes. “But that only makes me want you more.” What she said sent a heat coiling through me, tightening something deep in my chest. Or maybe it was just the way she said it. “Say it again.. and you won’t be able to run away,” I growled, sliding two fingers inside her, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. “I want you… Mr. Lucian,” she whimpered, her back arching off the bed as my fingers moved with precision, drawing soft gasps from her lips.