Hell’s Consort

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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A simple kiss have lead to touch, leading the chemistries of bodies to sex.

When Luna was in the bathtub with Ravin, the sexual tension was electrifying before the first kiss.

Each raspy breath was alive with possibility and magic.

After the initial feeling of anger and distaste, Luna's heart and thoughts were racing a hundred miles per hour with pathetic questions such as, 'what would someone who wasn't her husband be like?'

'How would their tongue feel like whenever they meet her their mouths meet?' 

With curling lips, Luna could feel her cheeks burning, but she refused to let him affect her.

Honestly, Luna wasn't keen on kissing his Archdemon husband in the first place.

  Luna was just foolish enough to believe that she could neutralize angel dust's effects by her saliva.

It was wrong to taste it because she wasn't strong enough to ingest the poison.

Now, Luna had no choice but to let the Archdemon of Gluttony handle it by kissing her with his tongue, claiming it was a sacrifice on his part.

It was either Ravin had a hero complex, or he did it out of sympathy for his 'wife.' 

Luna didn't believe it one bit that the Angel dust didn't affect Ravin's system.

She found it impossible that it wouldn't affect Archdemons.

There was a part of Luna that wasn't buying his excuses at all.

  Men rarely do that because they were all driven by lust.

Mayhap, Ravin had refused to speak to him about its effects because he didn't want to appear weak, keeping with Luna's perception of him as a hero.

If it was the latter, then her Archdemon husband had been trying too hard.

Surprisingly, Ravin hadn't asked for anything in return even before or after helping her.

He didn't bind her through any stupid contracts in exchange for that.

Ravin had desired what had happened in the disguise of 'trying to help' her with his predicament.

Next, he would probably suggest that she should thank him.

The Archdemon manipulated her nipples with his expert hands, making her cum so quick that it was akin to a sneeze.

For a minute, Lust squeezed her chest so tight that she could barely breathe. 

As she exhaled, the blush on her face withdrew only to descend into low, damp places.

A true, intimate kiss required bravery and surrender, making someone vulnerable.

It sent cold chills down her spine, and it felt like her heart had awakened. 

  Despite the earlier separation, this heightened sensation of merging and letting another person in...

Two creatures becoming one.

A moment that can change creatures' lives.

It was risky but a beautiful business. 

  She had jerked her head backward, hitting the rim of the bathtub, reeling with shock. 

When his arms came around her, it weakened her resolve.

His lips had parted hers with gentle persistence, sending wild tremors along her nerves.

It felt like her mind had spun a few seconds before she adjusted, returning the kiss when Ravin drew her towards him as he grabbed her possessively by the neck.

Luna's mouth had yielded because she had no choice.

She let him kiss her and didn't fight back so she could get rid of the glitters of poison in her mouth.

Ravin had evoked these sensations from her that only Apollyon should have access to.

Apollyon should only be the man who carried the key to her pleasure but… why Did Ravin came into the picture only to destroy that unspoken arrangement Luna had with her husband? 

Her heart hammered as loud as the rhythm of a drum.

Ravin's intense efforts to stir her lust burned like embers with every inch of his seductive touches. 

"I think we should move this to the bedroom." Ravin declared as he deposited her on his shoulders.

She had snapped, yelling at him to put her down and let her go, but she might as well be screaming to a dark void because the Archdemon was having none of it.

  Luna didn't know what to think anymore when it came to intimacy.

Intimacy is multi-layered, and she needed time to process.

It required careful reflection.

Luna didn't have time to consider what sensual, taboo, acceptable, and shameful was.

"Prepare the chains and the flogger, imp. Amare suggested earlier that I tie her up in a game of bondage." After wrapping a towel around his waist and helping her dress, Ravin commanded his demon servant. "Her wish will be my command."

Ravin had brought her into what appeared like his own sex dungeon, complete with a ginormous King-sized bed, shell-pink, and sapphire testers, furry carpet rugs near the hearth, embroidered demon runes on the coverlet, and most of all, there were mirrors all over the walls.

How narcissistic and self-absorbed did this Archdemon have to be?

Mayhap, the Archdemon of Gluttony, was so in love with himself--too engrossed with his reflection-- that he would rather watch himself pleasure the woman on the looking glass than focus on the woman's pleasure.

They must desire to be in control at all times because it made them feel superior and more powerful.

Ravin threw her into the silky soft mattress, and Luna sunk into the bed like it was almost quicksand.

Was it essential to have a fancy pleasure room for every Archdemon in Hell?

Should she demand one for no reason?

"Don't worry, Amare." Ravin rose to his full height as he walked closer to the bed, smirking, "You will be safe with me."

She retreated from him until her back tapped the headboard.

There was no escaping now.

They wrestled for a bit, but she was still overpowered.

Luna hated asking for help from anyone, but if she saw this scene from a higher perspective, she understood that the Archdemon of Gluttony had gotten a kick out of this power play the moment he had cuffed her wrists along and chained her ankles to the bedposts, claiming that it would be better to lick her without any struggle.