Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Ravin was glad that he was still in this game to win Luna's heart.

He wouldn't care if his Archdemon brother or the Vampire King's connection with Luna was destroyed by the Archangel, whether by plan or by accident.

His arm hung limply to the sides at the sudden realization.

He was just thankful that it wasn't him.

Nothing can bring Ravin and his Amare apart as long as it wasn't him.

Honestly, Luna should have been his in the first place.

Ravin had initiated the mating bond first as the Blood Beast, claiming her as his before everyone else.

It was unfortunate that Ravin had possessed the Vampire King.

In addition to that, the Archdemon of Lust came into the picture.

The bastard had taken advantage of the fact that Luna was also tied to his blood and soul, forcing her to be his wife.

The Vampire King had this vapid excuse that he couldn't drink other blood other than hers.

His jaw tightened in irritation as he recalled how the Vampire King could be selfish and pathetic.

He didn't even love Luna.

The bastard just wanted to acquire Luna for himself so that Ravin and Luxen wouldn't be able to get her.

Ravin's lips pursed every time Luna talked about her husband.

The name of the Vampire King coming out of her pretty mouth irritated the fuck out of him.

She was still loyal to that clown, wanting to return to him and to that stupid Vampire Realm, despite transforming into an Archdemon.

She easily adapted to her new environment,  staying in Hell for more than a month, without a fuss. 

Why could she forget the Vampire King, altogether, and stay in Hell with him? 

Ravin had possessed the Vampire King, and he knew the bastard had no redeeming qualities at all. 

What did she like about him? 

What did he have that an Archdemon of Gluttony didn't have? 

His true Archdemon form might be daunting, but his humanoid physique tended to drive women crazy, demons, or non-demons alike in his personal observation.

Creatures can immediately tell that demons that can shapeshift, especially humanoid creatures in the Earthly Realms, were the strongest of Archdemons. 

Ravin was more powerful because he had his own Kingdom in Hell and can wield Archdemon Magic.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he remembered that Archdemon magic could be powerful, but the catch was it can only be utilized in Hell.

In the case of using it in the other Realms, Archdemon Magic needed to be in the presence of a living conjurer.

Nevermind, that.

He glanced down to estimate its length. 

Ravin could swear he had a larger phallus than that Apollyon.

'Hmm, mayhap a few inches longer?' Ravin mused.

It wouldn't be right for women to fuck something small.

That was his personal rule.

Soon, Luna will know how his enormous tool could feel and how snug he could fit inside her.

Ravin was never at a disadvantage, but Luna kept choosing the Vampire King even if he was right in front of her.

He narrowed his eyes at Amare's prone form on his King-sized bed.

Luna was all trussed up for his delectation.

  If she kept acting hard-to-get, she would miss a whole lot' of things.

'Apollyon must have tricked his Amare with a love potion.'  Rubbing his chin in reverie, Ravin nodded in agreement at his own thoughts.

  That Vampire King had Fae blood in him.

That was why it was easy for him to summon magic.

The High Priest had taught him well.

Nevertheless, Ravin was determined to convince her with his mastery when it came to pleasure.

The night was still young, yet he revealed the remaining tricks up his sleeve.

As his hands clutched her thighs apart, Ravin didn't let Luna shy away from his tongue as he sunk his nails into her flesh in a gentle but firm grip.

Ravin's breath whispered against her abdomen as he moved into her quim, dancing his tongue around her smooth nether lips.

As Luna held her breath, her lips had quivered when his tongue slithered inside her labia.

Wriggling unto his face with impatience, Luna's quim was sweet wetness and trembling fire. 

Ravin flattened his tongue into her pinkish entrance, pushing into her clitoris hard with a sharp flick.

Luna screamed, crying out as if someone had stabbed her to death.

He gave her a startled look, followed by an evil smirk.

It must be because her senses had heightened into a dangerous crescendo from too many sexual triggers.

He couldn't say that it wasn't far from the truth because he had stabbed her quim with her tongue.

He only did it once.

Ravin brushed the tiny hairs and petted her fleshy mounds before he would go on his merry way. 

Grabbing the crystal flask from the bedside table, he poured the remaining chocolate cognac over her legs for lubrication, overturning the decanter without reservation.

Breathing hard, Luna flinched as the hues of welcoming amber liquid spilled over her inner thighs and legs.

Being blindfolded must have made everything unpredictable for Luna, increasing her sensory perception.

  Luna will not know when this delicious torture will end. 

It will make her eager for more, which also had the same effect on Ravin.

Ravin paused for a minute as he got himself under control.

Luna stayed still, as well, when she noticed he had not moved.

"Amare." Ravin caressed her neck lightly as his cool fingers caressed her cheek. "Your desire was too contagious, and as the minutes go by, it would be harder  for me to remain neutral."

He liked giving and receiving pleasure.

Right now, he had to be the one making the sacrifice to gain Luna's loyalty. 

He didn't want to pose any real danger in Luna's eyes.

From the outside, it would appear that Ravin was the one in control because he was in the dominant position while he had Luna blindfolded and hogtied, panting and waiting for his next move with anticipation.