Cailean is from The Frozen and although her voice isn't heard in the book I'd thought I'd introduce you to the smallest Deumos because I plan to let this little lady have her own book she's so much fun.
Cailean's Lust-By Michel Prince
Standing at the end of the hallway I see Damarion leaving the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his hips. A few stray drops of water are still sprinkled on his tanned skin and I growl wanting to lick him dry as my lips burn. But I cannot. Not until he says I can take him. Not until the bitch Nemesio gets out of my way.
Still I stare at his firm chest and broad shoulders tight from the worry of our situation. I want to go to him and let him free me from the confines of my clothing. I wish to be naked before him and let him bite at my breasts while he spreads me wide. My legs wish to wrapped around his neck while he rams me hard with his large cock. I’ve seen the others wobble as they left his bed chamber and right now I can see he’s ready for those who wait for him.
“Yahweh,” I whisper hoping he’ll turn if for no other reason then to question if my voice was real or imagined.
He doesn’t. Instead I see Zuma and Nemesio on his bed for him. While he’s closing his door his towel drops and I see a sliver of his ass and I run to the door. He will be mine. I will mark him. He will satisfy me to the point my tail will barb his neck and his blood will drip onto my waiting tongue.
Time Crunch-Rosanna Leo
“Hmm,” the little devil murmured. “So many men, so little time.” With a satisfied smile, she pondered her options. They were all delicious.
She’d chosen her ensemble with care that evening, being sure to include seductive elements that would appeal to each of her conquests. But who would be her chosen victim tonight?
There was Raphael, the healer. He could never resist an opportunity to try to convert her, and so she’d worn an outfit that displayed her forked tail to advantage. Once he saw that evidence of her unrepentant nature, he’d fall as surely as Lucifer had.
But there was also Gabriel, the messenger. He was a sucker for ornamentation. Thus, she’d worn her beaded bracelets, the ones that draped so enticingly across her evil skin.
And then there was Michael. The strong one. The brave one. He was her personal favorite. So incorruptible. Unfortunately for him, he also had a thing for fishnets.
Who to choose? Who to seduce?
Then, shining as brightly as the star emblazoned on her brow, the idea occurred to her.
She’d take them all.
Forbidden Rendezvous-Author D. X. Luc
Desmond's body still tingled from her hot encounter under the Tree of Knowledge. He stood there, waiting in his splendid glory. A gentle breeze rustling the pale red of his wings.
Desi sauntered up and looked him straight in his green eyes before plucking a juicy passion fruit from the tree's branches. With a challenging stare, she took a slow bite. Juice dripped over her lips and chin.
He raised a black brow. “You've made a mess. Let me clean you up.”
Built to be nothing but perfect, not only did he lick up the fruit's nectar, he lapped up every inch of her exposed skin. Hell was hot but his body was hotter and when he buried his cock deep into her pussy, Desmond saw heaven and beyond.
Each thrust made her quiver and come closer to the edge. He latched his expert mouth on her nipple and bit, the jolt just what she needed to explode in wet euphoria around him. Two, three, and finally four lunges had him groan his own release.
Breathing heavily, he finally pulled back and smiled. “Until we meet again, Desi?”
She bowed her head. “Always, Michael. My angel lover.”
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I’M GAME-By Cassandre Dayne
“What do you mean what am I thinking?” Sabrina asked as she adjusted her ears, devil ears, and gave Channing a soulful gaze. There was no doubt she was hot and bothered tonight and hoped the change in her appearance would give him a hint. She needed to seduce the man who’d filled her every waking dream and was determined not to take no for an answer.
“I’ve never seen you this way,” Channing said as he inhaled deeply and then gave her more than a once over.
Sizzling wasn’t the word to describe her sultry outfit and she could tell finally how much her naughty thoughts were getting to him. Licking her lips in anticipation, Sabrina studied his crotch and the way his hard cock pushed against his jeans – tight denim she was going to rip off later. And then she was going to take his shaft into her mouth. The thought made her wet all over. “Get used to it.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Let me think.” Swishing her long devil’s tail, she glided around him in a full circle, tapping him with the tip. “If you don’t then I’ll be forced to use my powers.”
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Daddy's Little Angel-Melissa Keir
“Dad…daddy…please, pretty please.”
The whining voice of my teenage spawn was getting on my nerves again. I’ve given her so many things because of my manipulation of the world but is it ever enough for her? No. Now today she wants me to give her Chris Hemsworth as a new plaything.
“Please! I’ve only asked for sixteen dozen things this week but nothing as important as Chris. I want to nibble on his neck, devour his mouth while I seize his hair, and run my tongue along his six-pack abs. I’ll be good. I won’t hurt him like I did my last toy. PLEASE!”
“I’m closing my ears. I don’t want to hear what you’re going to do with that man.” Shoving my headphones over my ears and blasting my IPOD, I try to avoid her pleading, knowing that I can’t withhold things from my daughter for too long. She has me wrapped around her finger just as her mother does. It’s too bad that last plaything didn’t last a week under the ministrations of my darling daughter. His soul was sold and he was begging to burn in Hell rather than face the loving of my little angel.
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The Taking by Shaun Graves
Paul’s own eyes lost focus as he felt himself growing weaker. This was clearly the best piece of pussy he ever had because it seemed to be draining him with his every stroke. His knees wobbled and he struggled to stay on his feet. This was not the way it was supposed to happen. It was Winona whose knees were supposed to wobble and give out on her.
“Yes...you’re so vibrant,” she murmured, digging her nails into his back.
“Pain...isn’t it beautiful,” she whispered, slipping a forked tongue into his ear.
Unable to see it, Paul writhed in agony.
“Winona! Stop this shit!”
“Whyyy,” she uttered. “Don’t you like it baby? Doesn’t it make you feel like a man?”
Snatching his dick out of her sauna, Paul dropped Winona on her ass and scowled at her, still light-headed. He was in a great deal of pain but a strong urge still compelled him to dive right back into her sweltering hot box.
“What the fuck is the matter with you?! I said it hurt!”
“So you’re gonna be a bitch about it?! You dropped me you bastard!” Winona screamed, angrily.
“Get out! Get the fuck out, now! You crazy bitch!”
Gathering her feet underneath her, Winona stood up and grabbed his erection, pulling it back to her to her sultry wetness.
"I own you, Paul...You're mine..."
"Get the fuck off me! I don't want you, you crazy bitch!"
"Why is your cock still so hard then, babe? I’m the woman you dream about…I’m your wildest fantasy, baby. I know you, Paul...better than you could ever imagine...”
“Get out, Winona,” Paul said, swatting her hand away and reaching for his pants.
“You know, you really shouldn’t do me like this, babe. You’ve fucked me way too many times for me to be receiving this treatment, Pauly…you don’t remember me? Huh, baby? Because I never forgot you. All I try to do is keep it fresh for you…Can’t let this thing we have get stale…You owe me.”
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Properly Served-J.L. Oiler
Loki lay across her bed watching out her window at the newest batch of demons that’d arrived to join her father’s army. Since her father Allegory and Uncle Stardom declared war over the right to rule, there’d been an endless stream of demons arriving at the castle. They were definitely interesting. Coming in all shapes sizes and colors imaginable, they were something to see. A roaring voice shouting at the newest arrivals caught her attention, making her leave her leisure perch to stare out her open window into the rocky grounds of the underworld she called home.
“I said get into line your filthy sorry bastards!” The largest and most muscular demon Loki had ever seen shouted as he swung a long whip which cracked at the feet of what she now realized were prisoners instead of recruits. Now that was a form she would gladly sacrifice her virtue to.
“Lord Darklyn, His highness king Allegory welcomes you and ask that I ensure you are properly served during your visit.” the liaison said loud enough for her to hear.
If Loki had anything to say about it, she would be the one to make certain her was properly served.
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I Wanna Be Your Bad Girl By Leanore Elliott
I’m a good girl, gone bad and it’s all your fault. I’ve been dreaming of you ever since you moved in across the way. Our eyes have met and you’ve given me the sexiest smiles. For months, I have fantasized all kinds of ways to get you into my apartment, but I just never could get the courage up. When you told your buddy in the hall yesterday, that you liked bad girls? I knew then what I needed to do.
I pinned this picture to your door with my apartment key taped to the back. I wanna be your bad girl.
Come over and find out what a bad girl’s mouth really feels like while swallowing you whole. I wish be filled to the brim by all that sexy man you have inside you, as you give me every inch of that glorious cock. I am so wet just now as I dream of that delicious bod of yours, sliding over mine. I can even feel your fingers, caressing and tweaking my aching nipples while you mount me from behind. You’ve never had a good girl who wanted you this badly. Come and find out how good bad can be.
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Goddess’ Delight…by Lila Munro
Asmodeus watched as Artemis made her way through the door, her robe hanging open, inches and inches of iridescent skin shimmering in the light of the full moon’s beams easing their way across the room to caress the cold, hard marble floor. It left the impression of warmth, inviting. As her lover appeared to float across the room, Asmodeus turned and, planting both feet firmly on the down mattress, spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows, her tail twitching with anticipation. She flicked her tongue out and along her lower lip, her right hand finding its way up and over her burning abdomen and between her legs, heat rising to meet her fingers as they pushed past the flimsy piece of red silk barely covering her pussy. Artemis let her robe fall completely from her shoulders and as it swished to the floor, Asmodeus ran one finger along her clit, just enough to elicit a twinge of pleasure and it puckered beneath her touch.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered as that same finger made its way lower and sank into damp, clutching flesh.
“And you shall wait no more,” Artemis said a wicked grin spreading.