Hell’s Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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

  She must have put a spell on him because she can't get her out of his veins.

Ravin swiped at her soles.

Luna panted at the weird and intense sensation he had stirred in her.

The erogenous zone can evoke a tickling sensation. 

Luna's shock was an indication that she hadn't encountered this before from someone else.

'If she hadn't tried something like this with the Vampire King…' Ravin smirked in thought. 'All the better."

It was incredibly sensual to watch Luna squirming from his toe kisses.

Ravin's tongue went in and out of the gaps between his toes.

Luna, rebellious as always, shoved her entire toe inside his mouth to see how much he can take. 

She might think he was annoyed, but Ravin actually liked it, and he bit at her hard enough to bruise.

The atmosphere became erotically charged all of a sudden.

Grabbing his cock, he leisurely ground his tip back and forth over her foot.

Luna curiously rubbed her toe against it.

The chocolate cognac had served as the best lubricant, easing the friction.

AS his skin tightened, a wave of tingling sensation started from his groin spread along his spine. 

  The tension kept growing, the blood pumping through his veins, filling his cock, and his posture went rigid. 

  Ravin felt his balls throb and pulse from within. 

His cock was a wild beast Luna had awakened.

  He arched his neck backward as he rubbed his tip against her. 

  With every stroke, he became more sensitive, engorged, and strained.

  Ravin gripped his stiff shaft and stroked it with his one hand, pumping as he rubbed it against Luna's foot as his mind focused on the erotic thoughts in his head, enthralled on his arousal, chasing that elusive orgasm. 

  He got to the point of no return as his pleasure rose. 

  He fanned the flames of his lust as it licked into the edges of his awareness higher. 

  It was painful, growing from a want to a need in a second. 

  An addiction, and he will do everything to get that fix. 

  He wanted to prolong his climax some more, but his erection had refused.

  Heart pounding wildly, Ravin's mind abruptly went blank, losing track of space and time for a few seconds.

  Ravin's eyes rolled back, and his lids pressed shut. 

  With a deep groan, Ravin shuddered in an uncontrollable intensity. 

  Ravin's brain completely shut off, and his entire Universe sucked into that black hole at the pit of his groin, waiting… waiting…and then it exploded, flooding into someplace with white brilliant lights.

  He had quenched this insatiable, mind-shattering thirst.

  His entire body and mind went numb and floating into space.

  Feeling lightheaded, Ravin's chest and stomach contracted.

  His muscles went weak. 

  He relaxed. 

  Ravin was spent and exhausted. 

  It felt like he was in the state between falling asleep and waking up, both helpless yet in complete control.

  Would it be blasphemous for an Archdemon like him if he said that this must be what Heaven felt like?

  Ravin wasn't able to stop himself from coming over her heel, spilling jets of semen all over the bed.

Ravin's orgasm was shorter and more intense than he expected. 

He didn't think he could ejaculate with just a few rubs.

Mayhap, Ravin was so aroused that he didn't even notice.

  "Amare." Crawling back unto the bed, Ravin's wing brushed hers, and he leaned forward, his warm breath in her ear. "You know I want you, right?"

As his lips gently touched her slender neck, her face heated. "I will do anything in my power to keep you here." His nose tickled her ear as he embraced her from the side, feeling her softness and warmth. "You will not have a choice."

He felt the urge to squeeze and hug her tight, needing to check if she was really there with him.

Ravin wanted to keep her Amare close to him for eternity in Hell. 

As his strong large hands gripping her hips, Ravin flipped her over as he laid flat on her stomach.

He was the one who put on her transparent sapphire robes.

He will be the one to rip them to pieces with his claws.

She looked sexy on them, especially with the yellow cherry blossoms stitched on the back but the dress got in the way of his mission, so he needed to bid them farewell.

He tore them apart, leaving her bare naked.

Ravin brushed Luna's hair from the back.

He leaned in, clasping his fingers possessively on the back of her neck.

Moving downwards, Ravin started kissing her nape, which made Luna unconsciously lift her shoulders to the side of her jaw as a tide of goosebumps cascaded all over her back.

He inclined his face towards her back and breathed her scent in. 

Ravin wouldn't hold back because, at this moment, nobody in this world except Luna and him.

He did to the front area of Luna's body, Ravin wouldn't forget to give her the same station. 

He flogged her pale, voluptuous back and thighs with the same enthusiasm until he was satisfied, collecting drops of alcohol cognac from the crystal flask as a substitute for massage oil and also gathering the moisture from Luna's chest and stomach.

He smeared them all over her back before Ravin began wiping the Angel Dust off her, running  his hands on her bare calves and his lips followed. 

  Ravin massaged her soft flesh as he shoots off sparks from his fingertips, like matches grazing her skin with flame.

  Ravin pressed his heavy, muscular body against her.

  Every time his tongue caress the smooth expanse of her skin, Luna flinched as her postures went rigid, only to feel peace and tension at the same time. 

Luna's resistance was starting to crumble.

She was a slave to his warm lips and gentle hands. 

If he can get her to be addicted to him, Luna will do his every bidding like all the other female demons he had dallied with.

The 'Pleasure Room' had witnessed enough sticky and thick Archdemon saliva without missing a single speck of Angel Dust, smelled musky enough, the scent of arousal, and heard enough sexual moans and groans that would make the walls blush.