Chapter 30. Demons Bite

Bahm's 🥵 P.O.V



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"Kris...

You have..

No......

Idea....

What she's doing right now!"



I was sitting in my office space, by my windowsill trying to talk to him between my straining voice.





I was rapidly pumping away at my cock while listening to Hunnie across town pleasure herself. My sensitive ears picked up on her easily!





"She's soo bad...

So bad!...

...Being...so...BAAAD!.."





I was a grunting mess, closing my eyes and biting down harshly on my lips. I could see into her thoughts. She couldn't hide them from me.



Kris was laughing at me, while he sat on my bed eating cereal. I was only feet's away and couldn't stop. I was pumping at an excessive speed, like a mad man!



Hunnie was the one driving me mad! How dare she touch whats mines! How dare she torture 'ME' like this!!




"Arghhh" I growled through my moans.



She's been the one torturing me as soon as I got closer to the country! The smell of her arousal was something my nose really yearned for. My body craved for her vicious touch and missed her scent so much!





The moment I smelled her on the jet, I was ready to turn all demon and jump out to go devour her. The pull towards her was inevitably overwhelming.





I wanted all of her in this exact moment, smeared all across my face. I wanted her smells to forever be embedded into my hypersensitive nostrils.





I was filled with an overpowering demonic desire to pound her sweet little snatch.





"How dare she!" I cursed her outloud again, with one last long stroke.





I was spilling my seed everywhere, and could hear Kris cackling in the background while he slurped his stupid cereal.





My senses were all on Hunnie and her location right now. I could hear the muffled moans leave her chest and the sound of her liquids squirming out of her delectable, tight hymen.





She was rubbing her slippery wet snatch in such a slow manner that even I couldn't stand the noise leaving out of her gushy, wetness!!





I began to take my shirt off and clean my pants and windowsill with it. Then chucked it at the devious laughing bastard on my bed.





Kris had a delightful look on his face as he chewed away. I shot him an angry and disappointed stare and laid down next to him with my hands behind my head. Only then, did he began talking his nonsense with his mouthful.



"So... Hunnie definitely...had the upper hand just now, and this is just the first day home bro! The first day!!"




"Shut up... go to sleep. I'm not going to listen to her anymore." I uttered and turned around.



He started back up with his maniacal laughter. Even I didn't believe that one.



"You forget I can hear your treacherous thoughts? It's okay... I'll get you someone tomorrow..."



Leaving my room, I could still hear him laughing at my defeat, even I was shocked.



I couldn't control myself once I used my ability to see inside her thoughts and listen to every bit of noise and vibrations that her body would give out.



I wanted to chase after her. Make her mines for eternity! Even though she rejected me, our bond was still irresistibly strong. Even she couldn't avoid it.



My ability to infiltrate vulnerable minds, had me seeing dirty thoughts about her and I.



Like today when I seen her short little skirt I wanted to pounce all over her. Rip her clothes off and bite her again. I knew she felt that way too. Especially when her body shuddered at my voice.





Little did she know, every time I was aroused, she too would feel every bit of it. The warm and euphoric pleasures I would go through in my lustful state. I bet she was going wild this whole time I had fun back home.



Being a half demon, I didn't have much control over my deepest and darkest urges. Sometimes even my own body.


Although, in the past thousand year of my life, I've always practiced self control with my Denon-Wolf side. He was even smarter than I was.



When a regular wolf might feel anger or even the slightest bit aroused, I would feel it one-million times worse and the other demons that hitched-hiked, didn't help either.


I always felt like I wanted to wipe out a whole state here in the country when I got angry because of them. Or, go on a never ending binge ride of pleasure at some high class brothel because if this one demon.



I wasn't afraid of my demons though. I was more afraid of what the dark magic had done to them in all these years.



After being sent to hell eight-hundred years ago, I absorbed a few other demons, along with their oni power to escape hell.



It triggered a part of the dark magic that coursed through my veins. Making me more hungry for everything I wanted. Women, power, blood....


Blood of strong species really draws my attention now, not just dark magic witches anymore.



I don't drink blood at all, that's not my forte. But the dark magic coursing through my veins will devour another strong, magical creature for that power.



Just a horrible way to remind me that I am still a dark, soul sucking, uncontrollable monster.



'You're an invincible Alpha!

Take Everything..

More power!

You're INVINCIBLE!

More pleasure...MORE!'



The demons would constantly talk to me, but my wolf and I would ignore them strongly. Even in the drunkest of all dazes or the highest of all highs'. I wouldn't let myself be a monster again. I've come too far.

Since I was ten years old, I was "chosen" to protect one of the barriers of hell and earth.

My birth mother's clan took it upon themselves to try and seal the barrier for many years, but demons always leaked out and wrecked havoc amongst their villages.

Then, at last! A demon baby made from dark, mystical magic with two powerful parents was born!





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Growing up I was always referred to as a god, but that quickly went away once I chose to knowledge my demon side. My mom always said I was a wolf and witch. Lying about me being demon.


My mom's clan wanted full possession and control over me and my abilities once I started showing incredible powers and strength.

They didn't allow me to use any demon energy, like my telekinesis unless I was fighting in the demon realm. Fighting off other demons at the barrier they cursed me to. They wanted me to live like a witch only, practicing spells and forgetting I'm also a demon-wolf.

My birth mother, Hiliana, let her people do whatever they wanted to me ever since then.

Experiments, the cruelest training, and even reminding me constantly I was a abomination in nature. All the dark tribes that existed back then were so fascinated by me I had to endure a lot of torture.

I was never able to fully be a kid after my father passed away. He died naturally when I was four. Since then, my mother kept me being a demon a secret. Only having me find out in my teen years.

I always thought about how Hunnie would react if she knew I was a demon. An Alpha Wolf Demon King, that is!

I could be gentle at times, and I feel like I can be willing to work with her and give her my all. Only if she's honest and true to us.

The feeling of rejection made me desperately crave for her acceptance. I don't think I'd be able to control myself when I go to the academy with Kris today. I definitely needed a distraction before I do something I'd regret.

I had went to sleep a little early last night. I wanted to rest for my usual demonic barrier fighting in the dawn of hours.

I get up, dress in tracks suits or some slacks, teleport to the temple oversees, then open the demonic realm there.

Sometimes I wear shoes, sometimes I don't. I could run faster and feel more vibrations within my body better without anything on my feet. But I would have to always take baths right away. Demon guts stink!

I really never had to shift or go all out with my demons when I fought either. Most of the demons that try coming onto the bridge were amateurs, so I'd use my sword most of the time or my telekinesis.

I can sense demons from miles away and easily snap their necks in my reach. I was invincible!

I wielded a sword that was crafted from my spine magically. I could effortlessly dig my nails into the top of my spine and pull out my mystical sword.

It was a part of me that was untouchable. The best part about it was, I could slice open any realm or barrier, with my dark magic pulsating on it.

I liked to call her "Slayer Rhachis." Demons were drawn to her as much as they were drawn to my blood alone.

My blood smelled very powerful and full of darkness to them. While I too, was drawn to their powers as well, if they had a drop of my blood they would get a boost in their demonic power.

I was a big, dark, black hole, swallowing everything magical my way. If you bite me, I'll bite you back.

Actually, when I get overly stimulated, I tend to bite...



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