Duskwalker Brides Quotes

Don’t pretend that you’ve never wanted to be railed by some human eating, dark entity that has a skull for a face – you saw the cover, you knew what you were getting yourself into, and you still chose to open this book and read it.

Come, little human.” He gestured his hand out to present more of his left arm for her. “Let me melt your heart.

I have never had a human laugh as I’m about to eat them before.

I have waited eons for her.

Welcome to the horny Duskwalker club.

I still don’t know, but what would have happened in the story if Belle had fucked the Beast before he became a human?

I love you very deeply, my little doe. You are precious to me.

To all the MonsterFuckers out there, This book is for you. Don’t pretend that you’ve never wanted to be railed by some human eating, dark entity that has a skull for a face – you saw the cover, you knew what you were getting yourself into, and you still chose to open this book and read it.

How come you’re still inside me? Doesn’t it usually go back inside you?” He licked behind her ear since she’d hidden her face. “As long as it is sheltered in something warm and wet, it doesn’t matter where it is. You said I could be inside you whenever I wanted. I chose to rest with it lying in you.

I don’t want to be alive anymore,” she whispered. “But I also don’t want to die.

It was torture, and it was bliss. Reia had found heaven in the Veil, and it was given to her by the cock of a Duskwalker that was fucking her into oblivion.

You were very broken. It took me a while to heal you.

Sometimes he wondered if the humans were stupid.

A good for nothing pervert that wants to fuck a big, hot, sexy bonehead!

Reia reached up and cupped his snout in comfort, but a part of him had wanted to bite at her hand in aggression. To show her that if he couldn’t have her, then he’d eat her.

Do have any idea what I want to do to your little cunt, Reia?

If they pulled his heart from him enough times, would it stop aching the way it did?

I’m homesick for arms that don’t even know how to hold me.

How much longer would it be before he found a human who wanted to be his companion?

Hello, my big Duskwalker.

You may have whatever you like inside our home.

I want you to be my beacon on the days the darkness wishes to take hold of me again.

Orpheus chuckled brightly. “You are strange, my little doe.

Is... there a way I can fight your dreams for you?” he asked, his tone ladened with so much concern it made her eyes bow. “I do not like that you are afraid of them.

She looks at me, rather than shying away. She’s smiled at me, and he couldn’t stop the way his heart pounded at seeing it. And her laughter, even though just as rare, was the sweetest song.

Because I have felt pain here too. I have lived over a hundred years, and when I was shown just how alone I was by seeing the happiness of others, I found it difficult.” Then he placed his warm hand against the side of her face to hold it. “Your presence in my home has already eased this for me, and I wish to ease your hurt in return.

Say my name again like how you did before, and I will give you your answer.

Is... there a way I can fight your dreams for you?

You are the bride of a Mavka, and we are always hungry for something.

what would have happened in the story if Belle had fucked the Beast before he became a human?

Others would think it’s weird, but sometimes some people just want to fuck the monsters under the bed.

In order to become my bride, you must gift me something. No human ever has, and I am beginning to doubt they ever will. You will be no different.

This is normal for Mavka. We eat everything.

Don't invalidate your own thoughts and feelings just because they're unpleasant.

I am not alone now.

My name coming from him sounds like a sin.

Trust that I will protect you.

Hey!” She stepped back and smacked his hand away. “We spoke about this.” His hand flung away, and he cupped it to his chest while his eyes turned white. “I forgot.

I have desired you from the first moment you smiled at me, my little doe.

I have a name!” he yelled with joy, his eyes turning bright yellow as he leapt, making Delora squeal in surprise when they both went into the air.

I want to lay my head in her lap.

This world wanted to see a monster, so I gave it a monster,” he added, his voice a croak and heart-achingly sorrowful. “If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll be better in the next one.

No creature is safe from me if it wishes to harm you, Mayumi, and I will make sure it suffers for ever touching you.

Your life is precious. I will try to make sure it does not end if I can.

Desire was flaring inside him, stronger than he’d ever felt before, as she craned her neck to the side to assist him.

He hoped one day she would allow him to be seated next to her and allow him to gaze at her while they did this. I want to lay my head in her lap.

He wanted to keep it as a token from her. She made me something.

Good, Reia. Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you until you wet my cock with your orgasm?” “Yes!” she cried, her legs kicking out as she continued to milk him with blunt nails clawing.

You can pretend that you can control me, but that isn’t the case. I will happily be your ‘guard dog’ as you so crudely put it, but I am the one who is in control. If I tell you to sit, you are to sit. If I tell you stay, you are to stay. And if I tell you to come, you are to come like a good, obedient Demonslayer. Understood?

I think you broke my hymen.” “Your what?” he gasped, tilting his head as he looked down towards her pelvis. “I broke you?” Have humans gotten weaker over the eons? Dread crept through him. If he broke her, shouldn’t she be screaming and crying?

He was the keeper of her soul. He would protect it and her until the end of time.

How was she supposed to know that the best way to be fucked into bliss was to hop on top of a Duskwalker’s dick?

Well, she made it okay in her mind, but full-blown sex with someone she barely knew, half-trusted, and who had some questionable tendencies was worrisome.

I’m not a fucking boy – I’m a man. One that’s treated you better than anyone else.” “You’re actually a little bitch. I was just trying to be nice.

I’m terrible at taking orders. I’m much better at giving them.” “That sounds like a flaw you should work on.” “I’ve heard that before.

Shove your fingers into my nose hole again, and I’ll return the favour by shoving my own into any holes you have,” he warned with a growl.

You can kneel and worship me later, or I can do it with your cock in my mouth.

I don’t know why the Demons didn’t eat me like the rest of my family. Just because I survived, does not mean that I am cursed or a bad omen.

Jabez was aware he was the most monstrous thing here, despite his handsome features.

Does that mean I can teach it?” A spark of joy lit in the centre of his chest. Magnar would enjoy teaching something about the world. “Would it look like... her?

Humans couldn’t truly stand on a pedestal of morality since their good-naturedness came from the consequences of being punished.

I could keep her warmer than any fire.

Knowing that my bride feels adored and cared for makes me happy. You are carrying our younglings, not me, and I see how much it burdens you. I want you to feel appreciated.

She drank the tea I made for her. He knew if he had a human face with skin, he’d be beaming with a grin.

Stupid foot prisons!

His chuckled deepened. “Because you are loud and clumsy, Reia. You will scare them away.

His sight shifted to a deep blue

If you want to cry about how fucking good it feels, then cry as much as you like.

Good girl,” he rasped, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “You brought yourself to me.

But you have not taken your favourite part of me yet, little spring,” Aleron purred against him.

He absolutely refused to wear a saddle like a damn horse. Giddy up? More like giddy go-fuck-yourself.

He didn’t want to be a menace upon any world, and this human was teaching him how to be better – without even knowing it.

She likes me near. Despite her terrible mood, she still craved to be close with him.

She created her own nightmare.

He would have died a happy Duskwalker with his head between her thighs.

He eats people.

Orpheus,” she rasped, and he whimpered as his entire body tightened. Fuck, he was holding back! “Let go, Orpheus. I want to touch you here. I want to pleasure you.

Something... like me. She would never know, but her words hurt him terribly.

She,” Ingram corrected, as a small amount of awe filled him. His sight turned dark yellow in curiosity. “The Mavka is female.

His words had gouged at her heart – like he was trying to reach into it and take it for himself.

He wouldn’t just follow him anywhere; he’d happily let Gideon escort him to his own demise.

He let me hold him. Hehe!

I have been waiting a long time for you without even knowing it, but I am not ready for you.

The Witch Owl turned her gaze to Reia. “Yes. She’s pregnant.” “Well, fuck.” Reia sighed, palming her face.

He would feel her flame tied to his horns one day, no matter how long that took. That, or he would pine for her for an eternity,

At this rate, he’s going to scoop my heart right out of my chest. Well, if he had a heart.

I do not care about the gender of my partner, only that they make me feel warm here.” He pointed to his chest, to the place Ingram had told him his desired partner should move him.

There was nothing wrong with her womb, made obvious by the fact that she was now going to bear Magnar’s child. It was Hadith’s stupid nutsack that couldn’t produce fertile seed.

It’s a name that means strong and fierce warrior, a protector.

Finding it was tasty, perhaps not to her level of skills but wonderful nonetheless, she took a bite of meat. It went down smoothly.

My soul was his to steal in the afterlife, but it was my heart he took in this one.

If Magnar knew he’d have to watch his little raven screaming in pain, he may have ripped his cock off before he got the chance to use it.

You are the heart that beats outside of my chest, my little nightingale.

It didn’t matter that he was different, a monster, a strange creature. A Duskwalker. He’d been kind to her, and she’d never be able to forget what he’d done for her.

He wanted to be craved in the unholiest of ways, and worshipped along the way.

If he’d been a man... Linh would have never let him within ten feet of her.

Even though it was heartbreaking, the beauty of this Duskwalker and his bony face, his horns, and even wings, was highlighted by those glowing, ethereal drops.

He found all humans were squishy, but she seemed softer, like he could squeeze for a lot longer before he crushed her.

And this, my little raven, is my pussy.

It was becoming Nathair-Linh speak. Linhair speak, he thought with humour.

Sometimes it was just easier to believe.

If this is the afterlife, I wish there was a way to die even further.

He panted, drawing the softness and warmth that was Reia in his embrace closer, grinding his hips against her plump backside.

From his knowledge, children hated being spanked! They would cry and scream, promise to never be naughty again, only to be a little shit ten minutes later.

I will follow you anywhere, my pretty raven.” Magnar stood. “All you have to do is ask.

I will always choose you,” Aleron said without thinking, only to pause.

Warm inside, and I feel whole. It makes me want to hold you and be as close as possible so that we are one. That there is no one else in the world I want but you.

Alright, you freaky big danger noodle. Soak up as much of it as you like. She closed her eyes. You have a little longer. If you don't let me go, then it's your own fault if I pee on you.

He wanted a companion; he wanted someone to hold. Already she filled his mind with thoughts of her rather than the echoing loneliness he always felt. Her presence was already a comfort for him.

I once thought the bargain of eternal life as long as I live would be enough, but no human has ever wanted to be bound to me.” Yeah, well... the idea of being bound to a monster forever sounded hellish.

That’s what breasts are for? To make milk for their younglings? And here he had been, stupidly thinking Delora’s breasts existed to be played with by him, considering she’d liked it whenever he touched them.

No. Do not place the little human in your nest. Because, once things were placed there, he had a tendency to become violently possessive about them. Things in his nest, especially pretty little things, were his.

He had to actively produce his voice past his own mind, speaking from it since he didn’t have lips or the kind of mouth to talk. He could make noises if he wished to, but they were often guttural and incoherent to others.

Magnar is your name for me?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. “Yeah, but if you don’t–” “I have a name!” he yelled with joy, his eyes turning bright yellow as he leapt, making Delora squeal in surprise when they both went into the air.

Her smile when he told her had been unusually bright as it beamed from her delicate, pretty face. She is so lovely to behold, he thought at the time. He ached for this female in so many different ways that it stirred both his heart and his body.

Sorry, I’m really hungry. I haven’t eaten in two days.” White cut through his vision. “What?!” “All the food was outside. I couldn’t get it.” Orpheus leapt to his feet, nearly sprinting outside to go to the garden. He couldn’t have his little human be hungry!

He also didn’t react well when they refused to leave their bedroom, growing angrier and angrier by the day. He brought them here to ease his loneliness, not deepen it, and it always created an ache in him to know there was something there that obviously hated him.

You can pretend you can control me, but that isn’t the case. I will happily be your ‘guard dog’ as you so crudely put it, but I am the one who is in control. If I tell you to sit, you are to sit. If I tell you stay, you are to stay. And if I tell you to come, you are to come like a good, obedient Demonslayer. Understood?

For her entire marriage to Hadith, Delora had never been able to fall pregnant.

Will... you give me a name?” He wouldn’t be selfish and ask for two. One name would make him happy.

His dick was a ten out of ten, a chef’s kiss, in her opinion. Mwah.

Your cunt is so wet that my lubricant feels slicker than normal.

Lesson number one: If a Duskwalker wanted to cover her in his sticky cum, she needed to adjust quickly to the idea if she wanted to keep him content.

Yes, my little starshine, I want to knot that pretty body of yours,” he rumbled in his gruff voice, causing her to shiver.

He wanted to collect each piece. They were his. His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive.

His daunting height that made her truly feel small and feminine when usually she felt like a stomping ogre.

Nathair had fought fifty men, if not more.

Stay.” She couldn’t believe he’d spoken with his tongue in her mouth! “Your saliva tastes delicious.

The moment he’d gotten a whiff of it while chasing her, his mind had split between hunting his prey to devour it, and hunting his prey to mount it.

Despite her height, she was small, delicate, and he would protect her with every piece of him – quills and all.

I... don’t know what that saying means, but if it makes Orpheus run, then that would make me feel better.

Once she was done checking the mana stone, she’d given it back to Merikh. The big Duskwalker had run off with it like his tail was on fire.

From the first moment I saw your beautiful face, I wanted you,

Oh, just fuck me, you big, silly Duskwalker.

Will it even be possible for her to love me? Merikh grimaced. Fuck, I wouldn’t love me.

Be good,” he rumbled,

She wasn’t very elegant, otherwise he might have thought she were a swan. Then again, his little fairy could become whatever she wished to be.

Merikh then held his palm forward. “I have my hand out. It’s your choice whether you take it.

She was a bright spark in a dim world; he wouldn’t mind being the reason it kept shining.

Your magic is the same colour as your orbs?” Raewyn asked, already concluding his base orb colour was red. “Yes. It’s the same for all Duskwalkers,

He’d been seeking his own little light, a star to shine in the shroud of darkness and endless void of his life. I want her.

Yes, you’ll be my first.” And my last, he thought.

And apparently, Reia Salvias was going to be offered up as a sacrifice.

You can be a needy thing, can’t you?” he nearly purred, despite not being able to make the actual sound.

Are you coming from me fucking your thighs?” Any humour that might have been in his teasing question was drowned out by the intense shudder in his voice. “Fuck... you are.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her to be mine. His own piece of starlight.

There wasn’t a part of him, from tail, to horn, to claw, that she didn’t thaw for.

I do not like it.” He gave a huff at her hair before standing back. “Do not have baths. I liked the way you smelt before.

Toxic. Addictive. Enough to drown all thoughts that didn’t involve her. He could lie there and smell her forever.

His scent, his roar, his heat, all of it made her breath hitch, and his ending groan had her eyes closing in contentment. I don’t care if it’s wrong. It was amazing.

She often asked him to read to her, since she couldn’t, and he always complied.

A little dick rub, and suddenly, you’re chattier than ever.

If heaven existed and he was allowed into it, and it wasn’t him in this exact position with Raewyn’s spasming cunt around his tongue, he’d burn the place to the fucking ground.

She was a feisty little Elf when she wanted to be.

She was perfectly misaligned. A contradiction. Scalding him as much as she was soothing him, his salvation as much as his demise.

Her eyes were such a deep forest green that he’d found himself starting to become lost in them, like a wandering traveller who’d lost their way, when she stared at him.

Duskwalkers.

You look pretty with my cock in your mouth. I don’t want you to take it away.

She covered her burning face with her hands. This is so strange. This wasn’t what she was expecting at all when she came here.

What was a little spanking and biting between friends? Rolling her eyes, she sighed. Apparently, that’s asking for too much.

She was a bunny poking a big bear who didn’t know what to do with the soft little thing annoying him.

He hadn’t realised he was giving up on his hatred – until a pretty Elf tried to smother it in her kindness.

He knew if he had a human face with skin, he’d be beaming with a grin.

He wanted a human to touch. He didn’t quite understand the difference between a male or a female. He just wanted a friend. A friend.

Spank me, Merikh. I dare you!” Is there some kind of joke I’m missing here?

I don’t want to call you something everyone else does,” he uttered as he licked across her ear. “I want to name you after something bright and mesmerising, just like you.

What are you, five? Stop acting like a bratty child.” “Make me,” she answered cheekily.

She’d gotten a taste of him primal, uncontrolled, and she’d fucking liked it.

She couldn’t stop her pulse from racing. She’d never had someone choke another on her behalf.

Did he just call me an idiot? She didn’t have any weapons! I guess he is my weapon, though. Go forth, meat shield.

Your cunt is so wet and hungry, it keeps trying to milk my cock. Should I give it what it wants?

So now, I am the oldest Mavka, but not the first,

I don't care for your regret, your apologies, or excuses. I don't care that we were all just silly children, doing foolish things, because actions have weight as adults.

We like ‘em mean, we like ‘em keen, and we like confusing the fuck out of the grump. It’s even better when we can flit around them like a pretty fairy, dazzling them with our charm.

All he knew was that he was growing annoyingly infatuated with her beauty. Pretty things like her shouldn’t exist, much less sleep so trustingly, peacefully, and sweetly against his chest.

At the moment, he had no control of his body or his tentacles, and his mind was so obsessed with his memories that he was growing erect foolishly. She wasn’t even here, and she was tormenting him.

Her stomach swirled with tenderness. “Do you want me to keep reading or not?” she pouted. “You could slowly read to me until the world ended, little fairy. Your voice is soothing, and I’m enjoying this.

If you do not want to be responsible for your life, then give me your soul.” He would protect it, nurture it, and keep it safe for her if she did not want to. He would make it his, then he would make her his.

You’ve worded your offer very well, but I can see the danger lurking in it.” His brow cocked again, his lips twitching like his smile was threatening to fall. “I don’t know what you mean.” “You’re offering me a chance, not a guarantee.” She sliced her sword up so the sharp tip was pointing at his nose. “And pawns are usually insignificant to the grand plans in a game of chess. They are sacrificed without care and are often the first to die.

Duskwalkers. To see one meant death was near. Not just for humans, but also the Demons, animals – everything. They were terrifyingly intelligent. They could speak, they could bargain, and they could destroy if their mood decided it.

This was the hold up from them pissing off? “Fine,” Merikh bit. “I will name you, then.” “No,” the bat-skulled Mavka whined as he backed up to stand next to his brother. “We do not want you to name us.” “They will be bad names. Mean names.

But if they could be a support to lean on for each other when their minds rotted in decay, wouldn’t that be... comforting? They may end up hurting each other, but so long as they remembered it came from a place of confusion, disorientation, and pain, and forgave it, then their bond would be strong. They’d need affection and reassurance constantly to battle the darkness they both harboured within, so that any toxicity they brought forth was healed within the warmth of tenderness.

I like the rain.” Since he had his back resting against the side of the bench, he was able to freely view outside. “Sure, it’s annoying to be wet, especially with my fur, but I find it soothing. It removes the quiet and replaces it with its own music.

Orpheus never visited him, but Nameless tried to find any excuse to meet him at his home. He does not like me near there. He didn’t understand why. I mean no harm to Reia – his female. Opening his bone jaw to part his upper and lower fangs, he let out a louder sigh than normal. She is nice. I want a human like her. Perhaps one that didn’t smell like sticks and thorns, but a human nonetheless. He wanted a human to touch. He didn’t quite understand the difference between a male or a female. He just wanted a friend. A friend.

Merikh had no interest in obtaining a bride. He’d rather not wish for things he couldn’t have, because if he were being honest with himself, what idiot would agree to bond with him? Putting aside the fact he was hateful and spiteful, he was a Duskwalker, for pity’s sake.

Her arms folded underneath the cloak, and she lifted her chin even higher. “I don’t want to talk to a big jerk.” His fangs parted in disbelief, before he shut them with a clipping noise. “What are you, five? Stop acting like a bratty child.” “Make me,” she answered cheekily.

Nothing could stop a Mavka. They weren’t alive enough to be weakened by mortal injuries, and they weren’t dead enough to stop breathing. They were the creatures of limbo, of dusk and dawn, of life and death. The blood pumping within them didn’t give them life, it only gave strength.

Raewyn smacked him in the chest with the book. “You’re such a bully,” she whined, knowing he was only being playful. “Only to you,” he said as he cupped the back of her head and nuzzled her cheek. “You’re the one creature I do not wish to be harsh towards, but I don’t mind teasing you.

But I don't want anyone else," he whined as shook his head against her. "They will not be you. They will not be brave and strong like you. They will not have the sun in their hair, or forest in their eyes, or the snow in their skin. They will not smell of your scent or have your voice.

The tension in his own body dissipated at the same time hers did. He hissed as she tried to get closer, continuing to wriggle, as though she wanted to bury beneath him – which she did. Gosh, if it wasn’t insane, she would have cut him open and crawled inside just to be completely cocooned.

He would have preferred to walk on his hands and feet, since it was faster. He could have run the distance in a day if he truly wanted to. His quills made that impossible, since she couldn’t sit on his back. He absolutely refused to wear a saddle like a damn horse. Giddy up? More like giddy go-fuck-yourself.

Yes, I love you,” he answered quietly, and without hesitation. She pushed against his chest to sit up with a shocked gasp. “Really?” Not liking how surprised she sounded, he pulled her back down and the water rippled around them. “Of course I do.” I gave up... everything for you. What was that if it wasn’t love?

I can see you have a bride as well,” she translated. “Is it this Demon male next to you?” “What?” Merikh choked out, turning his face to Jabez with his orbs whitening. “Fuck no. This piece of shit wishes. My bride is a beautiful Elven female named Raewyn. This idiot’s name is Jabez, and he’s just helping me out for today.

She was so wonderful, so perfect for giving him this, for letting him experience this kind of rapture with her. She was a paradise for his heart, as much as his body. For someone who had only experienced the pain of damnation, he knew, all the way to the very core of his being, he’d destroy anyone who tried to take her away from him.

Her heart had nearly tumbled out of her chest, confused but utterly delighted. His bony face was hard, and he’d pressed it rather deeply as he rubbed it against her cheek, but it reminded her of one of the pets they had in Nyl’theria begging for snuggles. If she hadn’t been so startled by it, she may have rubbed back. He got all shy and awkward.

Did you just grab my arse?” He turned his head to the side to look down to check that he really could feel her hands kneading his damn backside through his pants. Her giggle had him snapping his gaze forward. “Yes?” She gave his cheeks a big squeeze. “Women can like butts too, you know. Yours is really nice, all soft and squishy, and yet somehow still firm.

Orpheus never visited him, but Nameless tried to find any excuse to meet him at his home. He does not like me near there. He didn’t understand why. I mean no harm to Reia – his female. Opening his bone jaw to part his upper and lower fangs, he let out a louder sigh than normal. She is nice. I want a human like her. Perhaps one that didn’t smell like sticks and thorns, but a human nonetheless.

With his voice filled with a malevolent kind of humour, he said, “When have I ever said I was nice?” “Jerk,” she lightly bit, before using the heel of her foot to kick him in the shin. Then, with her nose turned upwards, she walked off. “A little to the left,” he stated, and she readjusted her path to align better with the entrance to his cave. “Thank you,” she said, all snooty-like. “But I still think you’re churlish.

Merikh’s snarl was feral, a warning for her to stop immediately. He bared his fangs and claws, just as his quills raised to stand to their full height in aggression, tearing at his clothing. His orbs glowed a dangerous colour of red, haloing her in his potential violence. Instead of being frightened, she turned to him with her hands curled into fists at her sides and leaned forward slightly. With her nose bunched, her teeth gritted in her own anger, she said, “Grr.

I wasn’t rude,” Merikh snapped back, clearly offended. He crossed one of his arms over his chest and pointed at the opening gate with the other. “He started it.” If he remembered the start of their interaction correctly, he’d asked to be let inside and the Priest rejected him. The man had judged his bony face immediately upon seeing it and decided Merikh wasn’t righteous enough to enter their lame temple. A temple he could have scaled with ease and decimated everyone inside of. Yet, he’d never chosen to do so – although he’d considered it many times. See? He was perfectly virtuous.