The Demon Venerable Wistful Desire 소설 & 이야기

The only person who could be bold enough to hack into our company's secrets could only be Dante. Dante... a very dangerous demon working scarily behind the scenes. He pulls strings like a master but anyone with even an ounce of intelligence would know he wasn't just a master but a real Demon! I sucked in a deep breath and took a step forward so I could get closer to Calista, who had taken a few steps forward to greet the birthday actress. My eyes flickered to the door, but I quickly glanced away. However, that glance was enough to make me understand that he hadn't arrived.

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.”

"Let’s sit,’ he prompted. Since we met so early, he had insisted we meet up in the cathedral building. The pew was surprisingly comfortable. Father Gabriel pulled his rosary out of his pocket, ever ready, ever professional. Fuck! Not those hands and damn rosary again!! I squeezed my thighs together to quiet the beat underneath my damn skirt!! "What did you say was bothering you, Sister Jasmine ?" he asked as he played with the rosary in his hand, turning it over and over in his hands, while I imagined it was my nipples he was nibbling like that. "I have a confession to make, Father. I know I just came for confession, but this is serious...I have lust. So much lust in me. Especially for thing

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

About that. Lilith 's father who didn't like Libidinal either Desiderium, who seemed to be suspicious of his humanity, he was a pink-colored demon, long golden hair, imagine a cupid with scaly wings, and he was the 2-meter-long version of the golden-haired horned pink cupid. tall, with scaly, clawed wings, he seemed to have the same opinion as his colleague Deorsun.