Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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Everything was all about Amare's somatic pleasure.

Ravin was the instigator, but he had to remain detached as he watched her.

He always liked to play to fire.

Ravin was an Archdemon, so it was in his blood.

He needed to control his animalistic impulses.

He must avoid forcing her to do anything without his Amare's consent, as Luxen did.

That would be a recipe for disaster.

Nevertheless, Ravin preened with masculine arrogance.

He had tied her up, licking the Angel Dust off her body as she told him to, and he delivered, but still, a primitive part of his brain whispered that her pain was his pleasure and her pleasure was her pain.

Ravin wanted to do more than that.

Nevertheless, he gave her multiple orgasms, but that wasn't enough by Ravin's standards.

Even if Ravin had halted his sexual torture on her quim, her fingers clutched the sheets above her head as her toes continued to tremble.

Ravin could smell the fragrance of the chocolate cognac as his tongue began their exploration over the undiscovered territories of her sweet, pliant form. 

His mouth descended lower, melding long licks and a passionate kiss here and there as he poured all of his desires—the want and the longing--which spoke volumes. 

  At that moment, he suddenly felt vulnerable.

He moved along to her beautiful, feminine feet, his favorite.

"You have beautiful feet, Amare," Ravin murmured as he lifted both of her legs for inspection, his lascivious gaze sliding from her quim because he had other things to focus on.

As he admired the shape and curve of her feet, Ravin grinned in amusement when he noticed that her toes were short and clean.

He examined each foot for a few minutes, awestruck at how sexy and feminine they were. 

He preferred her walking around his Castle barefoot.

Finally, his Amare will live with him, even for just a week!

Ravin liked the unobstructed view of her legs down to her toes.

Hell, Ravin would have preferred her naked, but Luna would never allow that.

  Slapping his forehead gently, Ravin shook his head in regret and groaned.

As he felt the surging tide of warmth, Ravin's cock wiggled as it pulsated at the wonderful sight, forcing him to get back to work.

His highly advanced mind had no business feeding him with strange imagination, such as Luna wearing heavy with colorful anklets along with short and loose translucent dresses.

She had cradled their Archdemon baby in her hands, meeting him after an exhausting meeting with his family. 

He dismissed the notion, diverting his thoughts to the present. 

He gave her a dark smile, forgetting that she couldn't see behind her blindfold.

  It was a shame that she wouldn't know what hit her.

"It will be an honor to massage your feet, Empress." He lifted his head to catch a glimpse of her face, expecting her face to be a charming shade of crimson, which was probably similar to his expression. 

Ravin assumed that Luna did throw him a strange look from the wrinkle on Luna's forehead.

'Ah.' Ravin thought. 'His Amare was probably wondering what was wrong with him.'

There was nothing wrong with him.

He had just indulged his fascination with pretty feet.

"Don't worry, my Empress. I promised I'm not going to hurt you." Ravin was determined to make her stupid with lust without him being a real participant.

All he can do was watch her get off again and again until he was pleased.

"It's more of like…" Ravin hinted, "--How can something so bad felt oh-so-good'."

Luna was still as if his sudden actions petrified her. 

Her gestures had told him that she was afraid of him. 

  "Hmm-mm," He hummed, nodding, "You will understand later."

Without a sound, Ravin descended near the edge of the King-sized bed to accommodate Luna's legs as he lowered them back to the bed.

Dragging the hilt of the flogger on one foot, Ravin wished it was his cock rubbing and thrusting the underside of her foot before dragging the cock-shaped hilt of the flogger upward to her cute toes.

Without letting the tails smart on her pale, pinkish skin, Ravin abruptly flailed the heavy suede leather on her thighs and front legs with precision, doing it three times.

Luna groaned, gritting her teeth to get rid of the gag on her mouth.

But that wasn't the main part of the show. 

Ravin threw the flogger aside and spread the chocolate cognac over her ankles, the bridges, her toes, down to her Achilles heels.

Next, Ravin began rubbing one foot in a gentle massage.

She gasped as hundreds of nerve endings awakened at this experience.

He gave each foot equal attention so that the other wouldn't get jealous.

'Hilarious, Ravin.' He mused, sneering.

He could relate because he was fighting his Archdemon brother over a woman .'

Inhaling deeply, Ravin sniffed her feet, and his nostrils flared with delight.

Of course, it smelled good!

Luna just came from the bath, and the taste was the usual perfect blend of demon blood, chocolate, alcohol, and poison.

It wouldn't make sense if it weren't.

Ravin began kissing her toe one by one, including its high arches.

A few minutes later, of stroking her feet with hands drenched with alcohol, Ravin bent his head down as he started biting, licking, and sucking her toes one by one.

With his eyes clenched shut, he continued placing Luna in a trance because Ravin was close.

  So close. 

She kept on flinching and pulling her feet away that Ravin had to clasp her heels tight so that she wouldn't do it again.

Ravin might be the dominant one in this scenario, but there was nothing more submissive than licking at a woman's feet.

Ravin couldn't deny that the power dynamic had suddenly shifted.

Right now, he wasn't the Archdemon King anymore but a mere servant of carnal pleasure for the Vampire Empress.