Novel & Cerita Thirsty Little Demon

Princess of Blood Thorn smiled and took out a Divine Demon's soul. This Saint Demon was a little nervous. He was the one who had just called Princess of Blood Thorn trash. "What did you just say about me?" Princess of Blood Thorn asked slowly. "Ah, I said you are... ah!" Before the Divine Devil could finish his words, he was roasted by a red flame, which kept steaming. His Divine Soul was surging, and he was extremely unstable. He was about to explode! Just as he was about to explode, Princess of Blood Thorn raised her hand and put his Divine Soul into her mouth.

“Oh, I’m not here to attack, baby. I’m here to get killed by you.” And the demon appeared in front of her, showing her his fangs. It made her chest go up whenever she breathes. The sight in front of her, it looks like someone who would devour her. “Wh-why would you w*-w*nt to get killed by me?” She stammers that made him look aw*y, a lopsided grin plastered on his mouth. “For you to make Hannock proud of you.” He answers. In just a second, he teleported behind her, his breathing hot on her neck. “Don’t worry. I would never take your heart out but I might just break it.”

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

This was precisely what made demons so dangerous. The demon lord approached slowly, savoring the moment. It gestured to its horde, and more demons poured through the walls to keep the surviving Blackthorne wolves busy. "I must eat you," it said, kneeling down beside me. "I must know what makes your soul sing so sweetly to the divine." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe without sending fresh waves of agony through my torn chest. Blood filled my mouth, warm and metallic. But all I could think about was Ciara.

Demon cursed and bang his hand on his table. Without his will, Demon's hand went towards his lips. Demon touched his lips and felt the soft skin. "What the bitch already done to me? Truly, she has her bitchy way to trap others. But you can not trap me. I will not fall for your bullshit innocent face because I know this is all fake. No girl can love a person more than her bullshit ambition and money" Demon whispered and closed his eyes when his painful past came in front of him. He started thinking about the day when his life went upside down.

Impossibly tall, impossibly thin, he minced around on his tiny Tip-Toes instead of walking fully on his feet. “Girl smells like happy. Yuck,” he said and moved on to a brunette. “Girl smells like, mmm, anger. I taste it, yes.” He ran his thick tongue over the girl’s face and into her hair. Luna shivered. The demon tottered to the birthday girl and inhaled deeply.

Oscar’s scream echoed with the sizzling fire. “I’m a demon.”

Wings, leathery and bat-like, folded against her back, and her lips— full, plump, and curved into a wicked smile— parted to reveal sharp, pearly teeth. “Mortal,” she purred, her voice like velvet sliding over silk, sending shivers down my spine despite the hot water. “You called, and I have come. I am Lilithara, the Demon of Eternal Lust. And you… you reek of desire.” I should have screamed, run, anything. But I couldn’t move. My hand was still between my legs, frozen in place, and heat flooded my cheeks— not from embarrassment, but from the way her gaze devoured me. She stepped forward, her cloven hooves clicking softly on the tile, and the shower door opened of its own accord. Water spraye

His hand lifted—not to touch me, just to let his fingers drift through the air near my cheek, like he could sculpt desire from the space between us. “I’d very much enjoy watching you torture yourself. I am a demon, after all.” He leaned closer. His breath brushed my skin like a tease. “We’re a little… kinky like that.” The corner of his mouth quirked, and I wanted to slap the smug right off his face—and yet, heat pooled in my stomach, traitorous and slow. “You think starving is some kind of rebellion?” he whispered, voice like silk soaked in poison. “It’s not. It’s just a performance.”

"No!" "Just do it before I decide to leave your ass here for the cops to haul off to the morgue." “Interesting, you argue like a couple." With a flutter of his wings, the little demon hurried toward the clearing leading to the little wharf out on the island. "I’ll go keep watch and make sure your dinner isn’t interrupted." "I'm not drinking your blood, woman," Rhye demanded, his voice thicker, with an odd accent and strange speech pattern. "You are going to die here, so… take it or leave it." She didn’t have a clue what was about to happen. Well, nothing beyond a great deal of pain when those huge fangs sank into her flesh.