Hell's Consort

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The Archdemon of Gluttony

Prince Ravin from the First Circle of Hell

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As Ravin gaged her reaction with extreme focus, he played around with his fingers to find out what would give Luna the most pleasure.

Luna's muscles went rigid as she tiptoed with her eyes sealed shut, thrusting her nipples towards his skillful touch.

Ravin's lips traced the shell of her ear, flicking his tongue back and forth to that sensitive spot connecting Luna's neck and shoulder.

He quickly figured out that it was his Amare's erogenous zone from the sound of her purring alone.

Ravin unexpectedly pinched her protruding areolas, sending a rush of wondrous sensation throughout her body.

A shudder vibrated through her entire being, and her toes curled.

Luna gasped a sharp breath before releasing a groan of pleasure.

Her knees trembled and gave out.

She had achieved her orgasm in a short period due to Ravin's nipple stimulation.

Luna felt as if she had been running for a hundred miles straight without rest.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Luna opened them wide in a conscious effort to stay awake as her heart beat erratically. "I did not—" she inhaled deeply—"ask for this—"Luna exhaled sharply in a whoosh, "--Archdemon."

He stretched his wings before Luna, diverting her attention to the movement of his wings instead of what he did.

Keeping his face blank, Ravin replied with utter detachment.  "It will feel better to massage your breasts before I started licking them moving downward."

"You lie." Frowning, Luna muttered as she poked an accusing finger in his chest, "I can smell bullshit, Ravin, and it smelled like the words coming out of your mouth."

"I did it without malice, Amare." Ravin shrugged with nonchalance as he spread his wings to cover her personal space.

He came closer, and Ravin smirked when he sensed unease reflected in her golden eyes.

He glanced down.

"I only want you to feel good." Desire crawled up into his spine as he asked huskily, "Do you feel good?"

Her forehead wrinkled in contemplation.

Luna reached a hand to caress her tender breasts, soothing the pale pink marks of his fingers imprinted on her soft mounds, "I feel…weak and tired."

Ravin bit his lower lip as he admired his masterpiece, screaming to be fondled.

"Oh." Tilting his head, Ravin ran his knuckles on her flushed cheeks and murmured, "Is that why you can't stand properly?"

He nodded as if to sympathize with her problem.

He clasped her waist, and it made Luna freeze.

Staring at the remaining sparkles of angel dust at the corner of her lips, he suggested, "I think we should move this to the bedroom."

He didn't wait for Luna's response.

Ravin folded his wings carefully before hoisting her upwards.

Ravin carried her so easily as he deposited her on his broad shoulders, hugging her arms tight to avoid them clawing his back or ripping his Archdemon wings.

"Put me down, Archdemon! I have two legs that can still keep me upright!" Luna screeched from the top of her lungs as if she had been violated, and he let her.

He didn't stop her if that's what she wanted.

Let her scream until she lost her voice.

"You are tired," Ravin replied absently.

He had a one-track mind which was focused on the bedroom.

"I am merely assisting you." Ravin hadn't even started with the dirty things yet. "If you are feeling aroused by me simply helping you, I guess that is a 'you' problem."

He recalled that Luna had suggested beforehand to tie her up so that he can do his job to properly lick her.

A wonderful suggestion coming from her own mouth.

"I was never aroused by you, Ravin!" Luna turned her head to glower at him, but it was impossible in her position. "You are so full of yourself!"

Luna will never know how much that declaration amused him when she was so obvious.

Her body craved him like how a vampire craved blood.

She might as well be an inanimate object because her requests to be put down had fallen unto deaf ears.

"Yes. Yes." He heaved an exaggerated sigh. "I know that no matter what I do, you will never be aroused, so I gave up a long time ago."

He had fastened one hand to the edge to help him rise out of the bathtub while the other gravitated to the curve of her butt and her inner thigh.

Ravin's palm didn't attempt any misconduct to avoid Amare's suspicion and ire.

"I don't know why you are so affected by my actions." Ravin deadpanned. "I haven't even tried anything yet. Believe me."

Ravin was pretending that his conscience was as clean as a blank slate.

He was such a good liar.

He can believe his own lies and utter them with conviction, persuading the other person that it was the truth.

"You will know if I am seducing you because it will be blatantly obvious." He murmured. "It would be as nasty and as crude as my brother Luxen."

The warm water sloshed on his thighs as he stepped out of the large tub.

He landed on both feet on the cold tiles.

He ignored Luna's wild protests and threats as Ravin called for an imp through telepathy.

The imp came knocking on the door three times before he barged into the private luxury bathroom, glancing around in panic.

When the imp found him standing by the transparent shell-pink curtains with Luna struggling to escape, it smiled a smile that reached her tiny ears.

The imp was fast when Ravin called, but he was clumsy as fuck as he tripped his thin awkward legs on the white table--its color blended through the white walls--and the thick animal furs on the floor.

"You're Highness." The imp, whose height didn't even reach Ravin's waist, bowed his head down.

His long sharp nose almost hit the ground.

He offered a blue gauzy robe for Luna and a clean fluffy white towel to wrap around Ravin's waist.

"Prepare the chains and the flogger, imp. Amare suggested earlier that I tie her up in a game of bondage." He commanded. "Her wish will be my command."