The Demon Venerable Wistful Desire Novels & Stories

“They do not know the world secrets just a little. They are like useless dust floating in the air. Those who should worship me, make me a role model, not to an unnamed God they should believe, but to me! However, that is not important now. Words will not dampen the curse controllers. What are needed next are pain, misery and retribution that are worth it. Isn't that right, my child?” Venus's body shivered violently. Fear permeates the whole system of her body that is numb. She did not know what nightmare was going on at the moment. She did not want to be faced with the voice of this demon, even on the neck of death like now. “Who are you?” Venus's voice was so small and helpless, trembling a

His finger moved in a slow circle over my pussy, sending shivers through my body. I gasped, unable to stifle a moan. “Ahh…” Damon added another finger, teasing my entrance, spreading my pussy wetness around. His eyes stayed locked on mine. “You like that?” “Yes… more,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Say please,” Damon demanded. “What the hell—” I started, but he began to pull his fingers back. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “Okay… please.” “Good girl,” Damon murmured.

Screwing up big with her last apprentice; he hadn't used a barrier, a big no-no when summoning demons. Her thoughts kept returning to that night and the amazing sex. It was a rape, she corrected her mind. Scowling, she stomped through her home with her burning sage to clean the wickedness away. She dressed for bed and had a restless night, tossing and turning over dreams of an incubus named Xazel. Xazel hell I can't get satisfied; I'm currently balls deep in Rozelle, and I'm not able to release. I've been at it for hours. I'm bored of her already.

And my jaw literally drops. What the hell? I'm trapped in this circle with him? Furious, I spin on my heel to face the enormous handsome demon, pointing my right index finger at him accusingly. "What did you do?" Vesper steps closer then, the heat of his body washing over me, “You summoned the Lord of Incubi. Now you must pay in pleasure. We're both bound here until we fuck.” As he speaks, he lifts one clawed hand and cups my jaw firmly, and as if in agreement with me, my pussy clenches, my breath coming uneven and deeper as I breathe in that heady scent of his again.

A wave of warmth washed over me as Amelia's breath mingled with mine, carrying the faint scent of vanilla and the echo of lingering emotions. Then, as if a dam had broken, a rush of feeling swept through both of us. My hand, which had been resting lightly on her waist, tightened, pulling her closer. Her lips, which had been hesitant at first, responded with a sudden intensity, mirroring the flurry of emotions swirling within me. It was a kiss fueled by years of unspoken longing, a tangle of regret, hope, and a flicker of something more. Our breaths mingled in a heated dance, the clinking of dishes from the kitchen fading into the background as the world around us blurred.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

Davis thinks that he only wants to sleep with her but I know that it's more than that and this idiot has no idea about it. All my friends are different species. Arjun is a Romantic Beast. Neil is a Mysterious Cruel Devil. Davis is the Sexiest Monster. and I am. I am a Demon, a Soul Sucker Demon but I got my Fire, my soul in the name of my wife, My Queen. Mrs. Maria Daniel Miller. Now, I am praying for my brother's future mates. God bless them and give them some extra power to tame them. I laughed madly at my own thoughts.

Cruel that he was, Valefar’s hand pulled away from my pussy before I climaxed. The demon admired the slick covering his fingers in the firelight. “Virgins always taste so sweet,” and he licked my arousal off of himself. “Mmm,” eyes closed, he savoured the taste. “You might just be my sweetest yet.” His teeth were fierce points when he flashed them at me in a serpentine smile. “M-master,” “Oh, Diana. I’ve never seen you look so… vulnerable before. So submissive,” he lowered his head next to my ear. The breath of his words tickled me. “All mine.”

I felt hot all over, like my body was on fire from the inside out. “I’m one sick motherfucker, Victoria.” He growled those words, as if he wanted me to really know–and hear–how deranged he was right now. “And I’ve been wanting to suck on my little girl's cunt since your eighteenth birthday and I saw what a woman you’d become.” God… he’d wanted me for as long as I’d wanted him? He groaned and sank to his knees, placed his big, calloused hands on my thighs, and pushed my legs open.