Demon Menage (Dark Horror Devil Erotica)
Book Details
Author(s)Jacqueline D Cirque
ISBN / ASINB012C0832C
ISBN-13978B012C08324
Sales Rank156,869
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
The Dark One demands a debt be paid.
Village girl Elsa is not a stranger to sin. For months she has happily spread her legs for countless men, but now her sins have caught up with her. Stabbed, killed and cast down into the dark depths of hell, Elsa almost falls foul of the wraith’s poison before she is rescued by a trio of exiled demons.
The demons know the only way to bring her back is through the Ceremony—a brutal coupling that few humans have survived before. Every hole must be filled—hard, fast and without mercy. Can Elsa survive, or will she be forced to live out a darker life, forver stuck in a perpetual cycle of unfathomable horror?
Contains dark sexual themes, including submission, MMMF menage, multiple penetration, oral, submission, breeding and more. Strictly for adults only comes a demonic encounter only for the truly sinful collector.
From top 100, best-selling erotic author J D Cirque.
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EXCERPT
“It would appear as though the Dark One has finally smiled upon us.â€
Amon, the youngest, laughs. “It would be a first. We have been cast out for far too long. Besides, His eye does not extend to the Reaches.â€
The eldest, Cali, looks pensive. “Perhaps it is a test. Have you ever taken a human girl before?â€
“No,†replies Amon, “but my ____ thirsts for it, as does yours. I can tell.â€
“There is a certain… novelty in it, I admit.â€
“How does the Ceremony begin?†asks Bael.
“She must be entered in every hole. That is the only way. Having already had all human orifices myself, I will leave you to her nether-regions and indulge myself with her lips.â€
Every hole?
I watch their dark forms move and position me on the altar.
The older demon stares down into my absent eyes. I see no soul there, no compassion. He draws my hair together, fisting it in his hand and lifting my head until I’m at the same level as his pointed ____. “Begin.â€










