The Demon Venerable Wistful Desire の小説・ストーリー

Baby Levi grows restless in his cradle as his little eyes follow the movements of his mother. Her lilting voice resonates around us as she begins to chant the words to a spell. “Fae in hoc daemone profunde con- tineant virtutes. Dcemon tantum latus eius floreat et crescat.” The air around her moves more furiously with every word that she chants. Her hair flies around her, slapping her in the face like a whip. The candles spread out in the room blowing out, plunging their world in darkness. Voices appear in the background, chanting one word over and over. “Occultare. Occultare. Occultare.”

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Breaking through all the conflicting emotions across his face, lust darkened his eyes as they leered over Xanthea’s body. Odeus was a lust demon. I recognized lust when I saw it. Suppressing my urge to rip his eyes out, I wrapped my arm around Xanthea’s waist and pulled her in. Nikolai winced, clenching his jaws when Xanthea wrapped her hands around my biceps before she trailed them down to my wrist. “I know my wife is beautiful, but you guys were so flabbergasted—” my smile faded away and my words came out as a threatening growl “—that you forgot to bow before the High lady of the Infernal pack!”

It was also a genuine question, asked in a genuine way, and Aren had spent enough time across this table from Lyric to know the difference. “Desire is want with weight,” Aren said slowly. “It’s not just moving toward something. It’s the feeling of being pulled. The awareness of distance between where you are and where you want to be, and the way that distance sits in your body.” “Sits in your body,” Lyric repeated. “In your chest. Your hands. The back of your throat. It’s physical even when it’s not about something physical.” Lyric was very still. “I feel something like that,” they said. “I wasn’t sure what to call it.”

He needs to feed his demon the lustful desire and attraction he felt towards her and after that he will become her worst nightmare. He hated her yet the attraction he felt towards her is dangerous, his demon wants her! She's going to be hurt. He'd never thought his demon could desire the girl he hates so much. He's not concerned about her being hurt, just needs to feel her embrace once again. Words couldn't describe how is body crave her touch the obsession

His mouth and cock thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him. I pumped the toy faster and increased its vibrating speed, hips grinding against my hand, wet filthy sounds filling the library. I was so close already, thighs trembling and pussy clenching greedily around nothing. “Dr Hale…” I whispered his name like a prayer. “Please, fuck me senseless.” Just then, behind me, a desk creaked. I froze. The vibrator was still buzzing inside my dripping cunt when I whipped my head around. Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Or the next two children die together.” Nythera trembled as fresh tears streamed down her face. Slowly, she lowered her head and nodded. Then she closed her eyes as a painful silence settled over the forest. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded hollow as she began to chant words outloud. “Moon above and shadows deep, Bind the heart and bind the sleep. Twist the path that fate has spun, Turn the many into one. Let desire cloud the sight, Let false love replace the light. By blood offered and power claimed,

Demon said to himself and took out his phone. "Way to make your wife happy?" After writing this, Demon presses the search option. But when the results come his eyes went widen. "Kiss her" "Kiss???? I don't have any dead wish" Demon muttered and looked down for another option. "Make sweet love to her" Demon glued in nervousness after reading this. His forehead started sweating. He looked for other options but everything was related to physical relations. Demon throws his phone on the back seat being frustrated. "The Goggle is such a pervert. I wonder why women said boys are perverts?" Demon asked to himself.

A bead of thick, pearlescent fluid welled at the slit and dripped to the floor with a soft hiss. The incubus smiled, sharp white teeth, too many. “You called me, little father,” it said, voice like velvet wrapped around gravel. “You begged for cure… but your body begs for something else.” Father Damien tried to speak. His voice cracked. “I… I wish to be rid of this sin. Take it from me. Burn it out.” The demon laughed softly. The sound vibrated in Damien’s balls. “Oh, sweet priest. I do not remove desire. I feed it. I make it scream.”

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.