Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin chuckled in surprise, not knowing that Luna's nipples could even get harder than that.

It was extremely responsive with every flick of his tongue.

He should have bathed her within his chocolate and cognac blend instead of the demon blood. 

Displaying a wide grin, Ravin hummed against her warm skin as he fluttered more kisses on her flesh.

He made it his mission to stimulate her sensitive nerve endings in a mad rush.

Ravin detached his lips from her nipple, blowing her wet areolas.

He cared for both of her nipples with undivided attention as he blew, sucked, and licked her tits with great fervor, and his cheekbones went hot when he was rewarded with sexy moans.

Luna convulsed for a few seconds that he started to wonder if she was alright.

Mayhap, the sensation felt like he had put some ice on each of her nipples? 

"Let me show you something amazing, Amare."

Squeezing both of her areolas with his thumb and forefinger, he let a minuscule amount of Hellfire run through them but not enough to create serious burns.

Ravin sent her electric shocks three times in back-to-back with his fingertips.

Luna's nipple rose slightly, her wails of rapture reverberating through the 'Pleasure Room.'

After a minute of calm, Ravin sent another set of tiny sparks on her nipples.

She jolted, thrusting her breasts towards his palms. 

Squirming and wrenching against her chains all at once, Luna tried to moan his name but failed, followed with a stretched hiss.

"Ahh."

It was such a tempting sight with her messy wet hair, hands, and feet being bounded and rumpled floral sapphire robes.

As her groans grew louder, Luna whimpered when he tugged at her pink areolas with his teeth.

Ravin pulled her handcuffed wrists away from her face when she tried to dislodge the blindfold from her eyes.

He groaned as he petted Luna's netherhair. "You like that, Amare?" 

  Luna begged in high-pitched husky moans. "Ahhhh~." 

Ravin made it a point to store the sound into the forefront of his mind.

He just had to remember the sound of her moans, and he would be erect in a second.

He will not have any problem with impotence.

He wouldn't get tired of hearing them every night.

She exhaled into a whoosh. "Hah."

He chuckled as she tugged her wrists once again. 

Placing a gag in Luna's mouth and securing both her hands and feet was the best idea.

There would be no objections.

No complaints. 

Just pleasure.

Ravin wouldn't hear any protests as he concentrated on his task.

He trailed more kisses from her sternum down to her stomach as he bit and licked, careful not to break any skin.

He poured a little bit of the chocolate cognac at her navel, and her lower belly caved in every time he lapped unto it as if he was a cat drinking milk.

After giving her breasts their well-deserved attention, Ravin focused on licking the expanse of her stomach clean from Angel Dust until he felt like his senses were drowning, wrapped around Luna's intoxicating perfume.

Inhaling deeply, he savored the scent of alcohol along with the smell of molasses, smoky maple syrup, leather, and the liquid chocolate.

His sensitive nose had picked up the aroma of her sweat from the other scents because it had stood out from the rest.

He barely caught a whiff of her arousal, and to him, it was the most potent aphrodisiac in the seven Circles of Hell.

His nostrils flared, realizing that if he inserted his middle finger inside her, she would be so wet down there he could swim for hours.

His mouth was less than a handbreadth away from the soft mound between her thighs.

'Perhaps, he could... 

No, he shouldn't.

Ravin wouldn't pump his hard cock inside her because he needed to gain Amare's trust.

This was still the beginning. 

Delayed sexual gratification will lead to long-term rewards.

As he began with her left arm down to her hand, he paused when the mysterious rings caught his attention.

Squinting at the thin-thread circlets as he clasped Luna's left hand, he wondered if they were related to the red string of fate based on its red color.

The shape of rings represented the infinite, strongly tethering a connection to another.

A ring embodied a cycle with no beginnings and endings, showing the intimate bond between two lovers.

For this reason, a ring worn on the finger shall symbolize eternal love that surpassed space and time.

Brows wrinkling in confusion, Ravin noticed that the fading red band on her pinkie finger had completely disappeared.

Only two of the rings had remained in her ring finger and middle finger.

'Hmm.' Lowering his head closer, Ravin studied them again, 'Something wasn't right here.'

If these rings represented the blood bond, then one out of three of Luna's connections with her blood mates had been severed.

It was just a theory of his with no basis.

Luna admitted that she had no idea where it came from.

These random shapes and tattoos inked on Luna's skin were probably from the Archangel or Hecate's doing after removing the Archdemon runes Ravin had placed on Luna as a mark of his ownership.

Lilith had assisted him as payment for a favour she had asked in the past century.

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Ravin had no idea if it was him, his brother Luxen, and the Vampire King.

Agitation ate away his thoughts like a cannibal, making his scalp prickle.

Ravin brought a hand to his chest and closed his eyes shut, scanning his Archdemon body for any peculiar sensation that would alert him of a broken attachment with Luna.

It would be impossible not to feel if a soul cord was severed in his system because their mind, their heart, and their soul were somehow connected due to the blood bond.

He heaved a relieved sigh when he found none.