Novel & Cerita Thirsty Little Demon

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

The talk is filthy—the kind of things I’d never admit to liking. “Look at this little slut. She’s literally overflowing.” “Fucking fill her up. Every inch.” By the time the moon begins to pale, I’ve lost count. My body is a wreck coated in a map of white, my thighs shaking, my throat raw from screaming. The demon finally retreats as the first sliver of dawn touches the horizon.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

He stuttered, his wide eyes focused on me while his filthy stuttering was making me more frustrated than I already was. "You know what is a demon? A demon is someone who takes away your soul." I said before raising my hand in the air as a small branch made its way towards me, and before he could say anything else, I stabbed him with the branch. One time, two times, three-time, ten times. I kept stabbing him until his body stopped moving. Looking at the blood on my hands, loving the scent of it, I inhaled it before taking a small lick of it. I bet Emerald will be happy to drink some blood.

《They’ve been droning on about dirt for an hour. Him. Again. I pressed my lips together. “What are you?” I whispered under my breath, low enough no one could catch it. “Hallucination? Psychic trauma? Or did I finally faint and hit my head one too many times?” A chuckle slithered through my mind. 《Cute. But no. I’m a demon, little wolf. All powerful. Ancient before your kind ever learned to crawl.》 My chest tightened. “Wonderful. A squatters’ rights demon. Living rent-free in my head.”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

There were so many things I hadn’t thought about that were going to change with me becoming a demon. Demons don’t eat the usual food, demons have cold skin, demons get weakened by the sun, and demons can never have children. I scrambled for the drawer, and I took out a dagger. I cut myself in the arm and gasped at the color of blood that came forth. It was black. My breaths came out faster; the door to the room busted open, and Thane walked in. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I—I’m a demon, Thane— I don’t want to be a demon; I would never be able to bear you another child. I can’t eat this common food.” I threw the tray to the ground, and its contents scattered direction.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

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

A bloody trail melted the snow behind her as she admired her spoils. “One down. Three to go,” she muttered, glancing at the gore on her sleeve. She sniffed herself. “Ugh. First, a bath.” Her presence wasn’t going unnoticed. Far across the realm, a chubby imp raced into a towering throne room, panting. He was a grotesque little thing—three feet tall with clawed bird feet, sharp horns, a beaked mouth, and twitchy humanoid eyes. These demons normally preferred to overwhelm victims by sheer numbers and were known for their twisted delight in torture. But this one was shaking.