Hell’s Consort

The Archdemon of Gluttony shifted, her skirts pressing down against her legs as he knelt over her, his weight pressing her hips on the rough ground.

He had her down on the floor, underneath him.

  Luna was flat on her back, one arm cradled against her chest, the other pushing him away.

The next thing she knew, his thigh shoved her legs apart, and then his hips drove into her core.

What came against her was a thick, hard length.

His hand tangled in her hair and pulled, arching her up against him. 

"You feel that, amare?" He rubbed his arousal in tight circles, stroking her, making her bloom for him. "Do you feel it right now?"

Ravin pushed the straps of her gown back, baring her shoulders.

His fingers trailed over her collarbone, leaving hot flames of desire in their wake.

Luna gasped when she felt his breath warm against her neck, her heart beating so hard she was certain he could hear it.

Ravin's lips brushed against the pulse in her throat, and it felt like she had her own storm raging inside of her.

Luna's whole body trembled as he kissed a line of fire up her neck, to her jaw, and then rested his cheek against hers. He dropped his mouth to her ear. "I missed you, amare." 

  He kissed her gently at first and then harder as his control vanished.

Luna's lips parted, and the kiss deepened, opening up a floodgate of heat that tore through her body.

Her logic slipped away like water in her hands, and all that was left was need and desire.

The Archdemon of Gluttony took his shirt off, and Luna dug her fingers into the hard muscles lining his back, felt his breath hot and ragged against her lips, and at the plunging neckline of her dress.

The air was cold against her legs as her skirts rode up, and she wrapped her ankles around him, pulling him down against her. 

Suddenly, Luna wanted was him. 

And she wanted everything.

She gasped for air. She was so wet now, her body ready for him to drive deep into her.

Ravin's fangs grew ready to devour her, two long canine incisors lodging among his upper teeth.

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Dark rage threatened to rise and consume the Archdemon of Lust that his mind just blanked when he saw what Ravin had done to her Domina.

He hadn't even noticed that he had stood on the centre of the Devil's Trap seconds later.

Luxen materialized in his natural form, at the same time creating a sword of fire from nothing but air--the flames more intense, far purer, than any found in Hell.

His determined gaze never leaving her, he raised his sword to slash---

Crystalline eyes found him and widened. 

The High Priestess bolted upright but was shoved back to the ground again.

She couldn't move with Ravin on top of her.

A deep-throated yell thundered through the crater, shattering the night.

  Luxen was driven by anger and possessiveness that he forgot that if he destroyed the Archdemon of Gluttony on the spot, Luna would die along with him.

She screamed, "Luxen, desisto." 

The Archdemon of Lust paused by her command, and the sword of flames dismissed in an instant.

He was so close to decapitating Ravin and ending its miserable existence.

Yes, killing was that easy for him. 

Blinking rapidly, Luxen said, "He is hurting you."

The Archdemon of Lust maintained a tight hold of the Ravin's torso while his free hand latched onto his neck. 

"Amare, I—" The words was strangled, followed by a juicy curse.

The agony in his voice cut through her confusion, and she screamed when she felt Ravin's pain reverberate through her.

A nasty-looking burn had taken root on Ravin's exposed skin where Luxen touched him, the curse of the Blood Beast backfiring in his own body.

He was grimaced from the pain, and his lips peeled back from his—

Nec voluerit eum occidere." Her voice cracking, Luna begged when Ravin's blue eyes shifted to vacancy. "Please. You are hurting me too."

The Archdemon of Lust stared back at her, blinding in their intensity. "As you wish, Domina."

He squeezed hard, and the Vampire King, still weak and powerless from the damage the White Oak bullets that had done him dirty, sank into the ground. 

  "Why is Ravin so damn heavy?" Luna asked breathlessly as the air was pressed out of her lungs. "I have become stronger as a vampire but this…"

"Luxen." She frowned as she tried to push Ravin off her. Luxen noticed that she was having a hard time, so he helped her by kicking the Archdemon of Gluttony sideways. "Why did you get inside the Devil's Trap?"

"Sorry, but I wasn't expecting it to be so crowded in here," The Archdemon of Lust replied in an annoyed voice, dodging her question.

"Answer me, Luxen." Luna said when she could speak again, "Ut verum dicas."

  "I don't know. I told you I was protecting you because you belong to me." The Archdemon of Lust mumbled, and his voice held an undeniable ring of truth.

She flinched at its honesty—but she could not doubt him. "I couldn't control it. It was an instinct."

"I dislike that you have acquired my true name, that you had complete and utter control of me," The Archdemon of Lust growled softly. "You could compel me to do whatever you wished, and I would have no choice but to do what you ordered, whether that be to slaughter or not. I had no liberty – I am your slave. Your weapon."

Oh, goddess. Please. Luna decided to change the subject. "Can you get out of the Devil's Trap?'

Luxen tried to punch through the barrier, but it didn't break.

He switched to using his sword made of Hellfire--the one he summoned almost to destroy the Archdemon of Gluttony.

It just sizzled then vanished once the tip of the sword hits contact with the barrier. "What the hell is going on?"

"What's wrong?" The High Priestess asked.

Luxen found himself saying, "I can't get out of the Devil's Trap."