Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin transferred Luna to a special room in his castle called, 'The Pleasure Room', to which his demon servants also called the Red Room, carrying her like a heavy sack on his shoulders beforehand.

  He set her feet down, grabbed the clothing from the imp's small hands, and hurriedly put the see-through sapphire fabric on her. 

  Next, he helped her button from her throat down to what he could reach, which was upper thighs.

Ravin's servant glanced up at them and noticed that his Master was in a hurry.

The imp assisted him as it tied the ribbons around her waist. Clasping the fluffy towel in his hands, Ravin wrapped them tightly around his waist, tucking it into place.

He didn't let Luna take a step in the direction of the door.

He carried his Amare in his arms—with one of his arms under her legs while the other one supported her back.

Luna complained about her nudity, and the way she had claimed that he had 'clawed' her butt cheeks had hurt his eardrums, but it didn't fail to entertain him.

Ravin didn't feel angry or annoyed at her behaviour.

It was partly his fault for doing things a naked lady would hate.

That was why he made it a point to arrive into the bedroom, lock the door, tie her up and gag her to silence her moans--not necessarily in that order.

Ravin bolted like a monster was chasing after them as he ran through long hallways.

When they finally arrived, the imp trailing after them twisted the doorknob for them.

Ravin and Luna entered through the threshold of his 'Pleasure Room' like the groom carrying his bride.

This kind of bed had been the subject of double entendre for demons ever since it became a trend.

This was a must-have in every Archdemon Palace that existed in Hell.

If Heaven was a bed, then; this was what it would feel like.

The King-sized bed in the 'Pleasure Room' was so large it had taken almost the entire space of the area itself.

The ginormous bed had four-posts reaching high up to the ceiling.

Draped across the upper space were pink canopies--replacing the ceiling--while gauzy sapphire curtains surrounded the bed.

The cushion was engulfed in vintage coverlet while the floor had thick fur carpets that appeared as cosy as the furnace of blue Hellfire next to it.

Fornicating in this luxurious King-sized bed could make a man orgasm into new heights during their best orgies.

He had installed vertical mirrors from the ceiling to Ravin's visual consumption floors.

Some special mirrors were positioned all over the 'Pleasure Room' in a certain specific angle that he desired.

AS he threw Luna unceremoniously to the super-soft mattress, her tall, pliant form almost sunk in as if she was lying in a bed of cotton clouds.

The motion also sent the loose ribbon of her soaked sapphire robes to unfasten, displaying Luna's ripe and wet body for the taking, waiting to be feasted on. 

Was it just him, or did Luna's hips became wider and curvier than the last time she had seen her? 

Didn't he notice that Luna's breasts looked fuller and heavier in weight?

  He wanted to massage them and test them for their weight to make sure, but he changed his mind. 

He had already done that at the bath.

Ravin shook his head hard, completely disregarding the idea that his Amare might be pregnant. 

Perhaps, she had drunk more blood than what was required of her body.

That was why it was like this.

.She must be well-nourished, which also made her appear healthier.

  Yes.

That must be it.

Ravin stood in front of her as he watched her on the bed with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his manhood.

"You're Highness." The imp emerged by his side, supplying the velvet treasure box that was half the imp's size, which had contained the flogger and the chains. "I have the two items you requested."

"Ravin." Luna yelped as she backed away from him until she hit the headboard.

Ravin wondered what got Luna so afraid when she hadn't even seen what was inside.

Oh, he forgot Luna heard his command to the servant. 

He opened the treasure box, pulled the weightless black chains and the flogger before giving the velvet gilded wooden box back to the imp.

Breathing hard, she glared at the items in his hands. "What the—"

Luna wasn't so innocent after all.

She knew what the chains had entailed when it came to fornication, forcing the chained into submission, but that wasn't the case here. 

Letting his gaze trail slowly from the crown of her head to the toe, Ravin promised as he held the chains and the flogger in his hands.

"Don't worry, Amare." Walking closer to the bed as he rose into a full height, he gave her an evil grin. "You will be safe with me."

Ravin jumped towards the bed and crawled towards her. 

Scowling at him, Luna's lips flattened in a curl as she bared her teeth. "What you are telling me right now does not match your gestures, Ravin." 

Luna's hackles rose, and she expected that Ravin was aiming for her wrists so that she could tie her up.

Luna still managed to get in some kicks—aiming for his manhood.

She wasn't able to injure his family jewels, but her persistence had sent his white towel flying at the side of the bed.

Ravin thought that Luna was just probably desperate to see him erect.

Grabbing both of her hands, Ravin placed them over her head and quickly secured her wrists with the metal cuffs along with her ankles before he tied the chains attached to it unto the bedposts.

She fought his advances as they wrestled each other naked for the longest minute of his life before he had finally taken her captive.

Luna lay flat on her back, all trussed up, as he successfully tied her to submission.